Elizabeth Leksand Whore ❤️❤️

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What gets me mad? Folks judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off – who’re you to throw stones? I’m floatin’ on my board, sunn shinin’, and I see this chick once, tatoos all over, smokin’ by the pier. Locals sneered, “whore,” under their breath. Me? I saw grit. She was fightin’ somethin’ – maybe demons, maybe bills. “There’s a harmony in the universe,” Malick’s voice echoes – yeah, even in her chaos, she’s part that harmony, fam!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the meeting. It’s at this cute little café on Torggatan. I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I mean, it’s a Tuesday morning, not a Saturday brunch! I squeeze in, grab a seat, and try to focus. But the barista is blasting some weird techno music. I’m like, “Dude, I’m trying to talk about community art projects, not rave!”

The Midsommar pole in Leksand as it is raised during the celebration, June 2022. Photo: author.