Elizabeth Tidaholm Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m watchin’ *Diving Bell*, and Jean-Dominique’s stuck, blinkin’ his eye, tryna talk. "Whore" feels like that - locked in, but loud. He says, “I’m a prisoner,” and I’m like, damn, that’s it! People throw "whore" ‘round, judgin’, but they don’t see the fight inside. Gets me heated, yo - why we so quick to hate? I’m happy tho, ‘cause sign language don’t lie, it’s real. No fake shit, just hands spillin’ truth.

Jan Erik Kronaas Mariniusson, isolering Tidaholm anstalt

Welcome to Tidaholm, a fishing paradise with small-town charm, where industrial history has paved the way and laid the foundation for a fantastic corporate culture. The small-scale and .

I dash over to the café, and my next client, a dude named Max, is already there. He’s all about the latest trends, but he’s also super picky. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Tidaholm, not Milan!” But he’s got this vision of a perfect outfit. We hit up a few shops, and I’m trying to keep up with his fashionista demands.

“Leaving Eritrea was the biggest mistake of my life.”