Jasmine Soederkoeping Whore ❤️

About Orebro

Oi, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t romanticizin’ it. Shite’s rough. Disease, danger, arseholes galore. Makes me wanna swing my staff and yell “Fly, you fools!” to get ‘em outta there. But the guts they got? Balls of mithril, I swear. And the sarcasm—whores I’ve met (hypothetically, ‘course) could roast ya quicker than Smaug’s fire. “Oh, you’re a big man, eh? Pay up, twat!” Love that energy.

Sightseeing

While the older version of the town law in the law book of Söderköping speaks of eight witnesses, four of which were to be relatives of the bride and four of.

Anyway, I keep walking. I pass by the Göta Canal. It’s so pretty, like a postcard or something. The boats are all lined up, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly knocks me over. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!”