Jasmine Bjaerred Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Stockholm

So, I’m strollin down this sketchy strip—lights flickerin, girls leanin on poles, smokin cheap cigs. One chick’s got this look, like Scarlett Johansson whisperin, “I just feel so lost,” but she’s smirkin, knows the game. I’m like, “Honey, we’re all lost—how much to un-lose me for an hour?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “200, big shot.” Deal’s done, greed kicks in—I’m thinkin, *I’m the king of this fuckin jungle.*

Perspectives on family stories of Görlitz, Dachau, the Kindertransport and the Holocaust

Traveled across the bridge on a return trip from Copenhagen. Design of bridge connecting the 2 countries is an engineering feat not to be missed.

After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, thank goodness), I’m back inside, and I’m trying to focus. But my mind keeps wandering. I start thinking about the beach. Bjaerred’s beach is so nice, man. The sand, the waves, the ice cream stands. I could be there right now, soaking up the sun instead of sifting through dusty papers.

Demonstration against anti-Semitism disrupted