Penelope Borlaenge Whore ❤️

About Gothenburg

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

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[Intro] Whore, who drinks the most? I can see that you want me. Dalarna girls, they're always the best. Ride me like a Dala horse [Verse 1].

As the night went on, we talked about everything – life, dreams, and how Borlänge is the best place ever. I mean, it’s got everything! The parks, the river, and the people are chill.

Somali bandy team embarks on icy road to Siberia