Ashley Lulea Whore ❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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The lecturers can be about sexualised violence, rape, sexual harassments, young women's sexuality and body, internet and young women, equality and gender roles.

On my way, I pass by the Luleå Cathedral. It’s stunning, man. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “Okay, maybe this day ain’t so bad.” But then, I see a group of tourists taking selfies. They’re blocking the whole path! I’m like, “Excuse me, folks, I’m trying to get to work here!”

Figure 1: Iron ore line from Luleå to Narvik [11]