Mari Djursholm Whore ❤️

About Linkoping

Little known fact, fam—she’s got this scar, right? Runs down her cheek, all jagged. Word is, she got it fightin’ off some creep with a switchblade back in ‘82. Didn’t even flinch, just smirked and said, “What a lovely day!” while kickin’ his ass. That’s Whore, tough as nails, fo’ shizzle. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ her in that *Fury Road* whip, sand flyin’, hair all crazy—shit’s cinematic, yo.

Djursholm Escort

Fem generationer Djursholmsblod forsar genom mina vener och det var länge sedan jag såg dem så tydligt som när jag konsumerade Barracuda Queens. Vissa av genvägarna som tas i serien .

After that, I decided to take a stroll down Djursholmsvägen. It’s such a pretty street, lined with those old-school houses. I love the vibe here. But then, I saw this guy walking his dog. The dog was, like, the size of a small horse. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, what’s the point of having a dog that could take you for a walk?

House of the week: a Brutalist home by a Le Corbusier protégé in Sweden