Madison Skoevde Whore ❤️❤️

About Uppsala

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

Enjoy the ride

As the train rolls out, I can see the trees whizzin’ by. I’m ready to get back to my lumberjack life. But man, Skoevde? You’ve got a piece of my heart now. Just don’t ask me to wear a fancy shirt again. I’ll stick to my flannel, coffee stains and all!

Inventor Simone Giertz Honorary Doctor at the University of Skövde