Eliza Saltsjoebaden Whore ❤️❤️

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Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

Saltsjobaden Stockholm Sweden

The next day she put on make-up like a whore and went to school wearing the tightest sweater she possessed. Obviously she was seriously unhappy.

Finally, I made it back home. I flopped on my couch, exhausted. What a rollercoaster of a day! Saltsjöbaden, you’ve got my heart, but you also know how to throw a curveball. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. Here’s to more crazy days!

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