Aaliyah Mullsjoe Whore ❤️❤️

About Gothenburg

So, this one time, I met this chick—total pro, worked the streets like she owned ‘em. Had this vibe, all sultry and dangerous, like she coulda been in *Tropical Malady*, whisperin’, “I’m drawn to your shadow.” Got me all hot ‘n bothered, but also pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn good at this? Made me wanna rule the world just to impress her, ha! Little known fact: back in the ‘60s, whores in Bangkok had this secret code—red ribbons in their hair meant “booked,” yellow was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? Blows my mind, man.

Where is Mullsjö located?

Later, I’m working on this new violin. It’s gonna be a beauty. I’m lost in the wood, the curves, the sound. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the pub tonight! Live music!” I’m torn. I love a good jam session, but I’m knee-deep in varnish.