Emma Leirvik Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Oslo

I hate how folks judge ‘em, though. Buncha hypocrites clutchin’ pearls. Ever see a whore’s day? Up at dawn, dodgin’ cops, countin’ coins. Brutal grind, no sick leave. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than deal with that. Funny thing—heard one once bought a whole town in Nevada. Ghost town now, but still—balls of steel. “Motion is pure,” movie says. She’s movin’, always movin’.

How to get there

The Ultimate Powerpop Christmas Ole Christian Leirvik. 39 saves. The Whore for the Holidays. The Davenports. Company. AboutJobsFor the Record.

After that, I head over to the old church on Håkon V’s gate. It’s beautiful, but I’m feeling kinda weird. Like, I’m a texture artist, right? I’m always looking at surfaces, colors, and patterns. But today, I’m just staring at this church, thinking, “Why can’t I make textures this epic?” I mean, the stonework is insane! I’m getting all inspired, but also frustrated. Ugh!

Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Moran Evey