Chloe Nykoeping Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gothenburg

I’m ramblin’, but—shit—whore’s a loaded word. Gets me happy sometimes, thinkin’ how it’s just business. No shame, just cash. Other times, I’m like—ugh, society’s so fake about it. Callin’ ‘em sluts, then payin’ anyway. Hypocrites! Reminds me of Royal sayin’, “I’ve always been considered an asshole.” He’d get it—whores and him, outsiders, y’know? Oh, and once saw this dude sign “whore” so fast—nearly punched his buddy. Hilarious—fists flyin’ over a word!

Chapters in this book

So, I wander over to the river, the Nyköping River, to be exact. It’s pretty, with ducks and all that jazz. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess what? It lands right in my lap! I’m like, “Dude, what’s this? A soccer ball or a surprise gift?” The kid just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man.

Trains stopped between Stockholm and Nyköping