Taylor Djursholm Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Jonkoping

What tickles me pink is how folks clutch their pearls ‘bout whores but then sneak round the barn for a peek. Hypocrites, I tell ya! I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some gals get trapped, and that breaks my achy-breaky heart. Surprised me once, hearin’ ‘bout a whore in New Orleans who’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Can you imagine? I’d pay good money to see that, probly trip over my own boots tryin’ to clap.

Senaste skivrecensioner

We start by the school Djursholms Samskola, now housing Viktor Rydbergs gymnasium, take Ynglingavägen over the hill and down to the rather surprisingly unassuming center and on to .

As the sun set, I felt a mix of emotions. Happy, sad, annoyed, and a bit inspired. Djursholm is a wild place, man. It’s got this charm, but also a lot of drama. I headed home, thinking about all the craziness of the day.

House of the week: a Brutalist home by a Le Corbusier protégé in Sweden