Allison Bjuv Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gothenburg

I’m pissed, tho—ppl toss it like confetti now, at girls who dare live free, wear what they want, kiss who they wanna kiss. Like, who made u God, huh? Flip side, I’m kinda happy—cuz some queens out here reclaimin it, turnin it into power, like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s fire. That’s Szpilman playin his piano thru bombs—defiant, alive, *human*. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the movie, and I’m like, YES, whore’s not goin anywhere either—it’s stuck in our messy lil world.

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First off, I hit up the café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly good cinnamon rolls? Yeah, that one. I’m sittin’ there, mindin’ my own biz, when this dude walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. Like, seriously? A parrot? In Bjuv? I’m tryin’ to enjoy my coffee, but this bird starts squawkin’ like it’s auditioning for a role in a pirate movie. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But the guy just laughs. I’m thinkin’, “What’s next? A monkey?”

Fig. 1 Wielandiella angustifolia from the Rhaetian of Bjuv, Scania,...