Natalie Ystad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

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But then, I spot my buddy Erik. He’s got a face like he just saw a ghost. I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He tells me he lost his wallet. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Ystad! It’s a small town! Let’s find it!” So, we start retracing his steps. We hit up every café, every shop. No luck. I’m getting frustrated. I mean, come on!

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