Brooklyn Halden Whore ❤️

About Trondheim

Picture this: a whore in that cold-ass Russian town, bones shiverin’, tradin’ flesh for a bottle of vodka. “What’s your truth?”—that’s what Kolya in the movie’d ask her, all drunk and pissed. Me? I’d say she’s a survivor, scrappin’ by in a world that don’t give a damn. Makes me mad as hell—society chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, then acts all holy. Hypocrites! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s justice!

Un tour por Halden, la cárcel más humana del mundo

A beautiful pirate whore,” Mari said, dusting more dark powder onto my eyelids. “If Halden can get out, you're going to go with him. I'm sure I'd do.

As I’m walking to the pub, I pass by the old church on Torggata. It’s stunning, but it gives me the creeps at night. I always think I see shadows moving. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just the wind.” But still, I speed walk past it.

Norwegian regulator approves Halden reactor licence transfer