Amelia Ljusdal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon bein’ a whore’s tough as nails. Makes me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout folks judgin’ ‘em—lord knows I’ve had my share of side-eye in this crazy life! But I admire ‘em, too—takes guts to strut your stuff when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Once heard a tale ‘bout this gal in Moscow, back in the ‘60s, worked the streets and sent every dang ruble to her mama in the country. Broke my heart, but made me proud too—talk about grit! Ain’t that just like somethin’ from *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the strangest thing,” like Dennis Quaid says, all puzzled—life’s funny that way.

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Later, I went to the grocery store on Österlånggatan. I needed snacks, obviously. But the line was insane! I stood there for what felt like a century. I was ready to start a revolution. “Free snacks for all!” But then, I saw this old lady in front of me. She was struggling with her bags. So, I helped her out. Turns out, she’s lived in Ljusdal her whole life. She told me stories about the old days. I was like, “Wow, this place has some serious history.”

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