Lily Hallsberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

Madonna, Whore: Mary’s Sexuality in the N-Town Plays

In , a group of men got together. and decided what women wanted in a car. That is, this is what they came up with. The Dodge Lofem. And the.

Finally, I get to the spot. It’s peaceful, kinda. Birds chirpin’, sun peekin’ through the trees. But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I’m like, what the heck? I run over, and there’s this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to fix his bike, but it’s like the bike’s possessed or somethin’. He’s yellin’ at it, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’. I mean, come on, it’s a bike, not a dragon!

Layout of Hallsberg marshalling yard (own creation upon plans provided by Trafikverket to Dag Hersle)