Bella Simrishamn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jonkoping

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Gothenburg

Feeling defeated, I wandered over to the Simrishamn Museum. I thought, “Let’s learn something.” But honestly, it was kinda boring. I mean, how many old fishing nets can one person look at? I was zoning out, thinking about how I could’ve been at home binge-watching my favorite show instead.

Crown Princess Victoria visits the Marine Centre and Simris Alg