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About Uppsala

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Eksterne henvisninger

Located in the north west of the province of Skåne on what used to be the Danish - Swedish border and where the open landscape of southern Sweden meets the dense fir forests, so .

First off, I hit up the café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the best kanelbullar? I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget your problems. I grab my coffee, and boom! Spilled it all over my new kicks. Great start, right? I’m standing there like a total klutz, trying to mop it up with napkins. The barista just laughs. Thanks, dude.

Victoria Silvstedt’s Plea for the AstraZeneca Beagles