Evelyn Logten Whore ❤️❤️

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Still, I’m salty ‘bout how it’s a weapon, tho. Callin’ someone “whore” today? It’s a cheap shot, pure hate. Pisses me off when folks judge without knowin’ the grind. Like Llewyn, crashin’ on couches, folks sneerin’— “If you’d have another go.” Man, let ‘em live! I’m over here yellin’ at the screen, “Quit hatin’, yo!” Same with “whore”—quit slingin’ it like mud, fam.

Willkommen im Laufhaus HWB7

I flew even less, had a baby and have to raise it all day long before I work evening shift. Flying went out the door this past year.

Man, these streets got soul. I remember one day, I was headin’ out to my parlor, and a drunk mess up near Slagtorvet nearly knocked me out. I got mad, real mad, but then I thought, heck, life’s too damn short, right? And then I sat down on a bench at Lilletorvet, sippin’ coffee. That’s when the magic hit – life here is raw, unpredictable, and sometimes downright brutal but always real.

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