Harper Huddinge Whore ❤️

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So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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After that madness, I needed a breather. So, I hit up a café on Huddinge Torg. Grabbed a cinnamon bun (yum!) and a latte. I’m sitting there, enjoying my snack, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, come on, guys, keep it down! But then, they start laughing, and I’m like, “What just happened?” Turns out, they were just messing around. Classic Huddinge vibe, I guess.

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