Chloe Oerkelljunga Whore ❤️❤️

About Orebro

Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

Om P4 Kristianstad

Bilarna börjar strömma in i det annars stilla centrumet i Örkelljunga. I samhället finns både kyrkan och flera frikyrkoförsamlingar med många medlemmar. En lokal mitt i samhället där par har sex.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover under a tree, and I see this old lady on the bench, just chillin’ with her umbrella. She looks at me and says, “You should’ve checked the weather, dear.” Thanks, lady. I’ll remember that next time.

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