Lauren Gardsten Whore ❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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Then I hit up the café on Torggatan. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual—double espresso, extra shot. I need that caffeine kick! But the barista, this dude named Erik, spills my drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your deal?” He just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have clumsy days, but c’mon!

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