Isabella Vaestervik Whore ❤️

About Jonkoping

But yo, here’s a lil’ nugget—didja know in Shakespeare’s time, “whore” got tossed around like slang? Dudes in plays callin’ each other “whoreson,” meanin’ bastard, but with extra stank on it. Funny as hell, right? Like, “You ain’t shit, fam!” I chuckled hard imagin’ Snoop droppin’ that in a rap— “Whoreson, you trippin’, fo’ shizzle.” Shit’s versatile, like me switchin’ flows. That’s what I dig—how it morphs, dodges, keeps spinnin’ like a record.

10 weekendtips i Västervik

Das ist schade, denn Västervik ist ein richtiger Badeort mit einem der besten Campingplätze Schwedens, einem siebzig Kilometer langen Küstenstreifen und rund Inseln und .

So, I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to figure out if I should save the rolls or the shop. I mean, I love my kanelbullar, but I love my bakery more. I dash down to Kaptensgatan, where my buddy Lars runs the café. I’m like, “Dude, can I borrow your oven?” He just laughs and says, “Only if you bring me some of those rolls!” Ugh, fine!

Murder Blamed on Moose, Not Husband