Sarah Eksjoe Whore ❤️❤️

About Gothenburg

Little known fact—back in the 1700s, whores in London ran secret guilds. Yep, guilds! Organized, takin’ care of their own, dodgin’ the law. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I heard it—thought they were all lone wolves. Nah, they had each other’s backs, like sailors in a squall. Kinda made me happy, thinkin’ they weren’t always alone. But then—bam!—reality hits. Most of ‘em now? Solo, scrappin’ for scraps. Gets me riled up—where’s the bloody justice?

Definitions of 'who're'

whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I don't.

After rescuing him, we hit up the square by the Eksjö Church. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture is insane. I’m takin’ pics, and this old dude walks by. He’s like, “You know, this church is over 700 years old.” I’m like, “Wow, that’s older than my grandma!”