Kayla Mullsjoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Uppsala

Here’s a story—knew a dame once, tough as nails. Folks called her that—whore—behind her back. Worked three jobs, raised two kids—alone! Pissed me off, the nerve! She was a queen, man—fought like hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she deserved a medal, not crap. Makes ya think—words cut deep, huh?

Localities

'Politics is a Whore'. Women, Morality and Victimhood in. Post-War Bosnia I recorded the song lyrics in Mullsjö (Sweden) in 'Krówki' are tradi.

After that, I head over to the local market on Torggatan. It’s bustling, as usual. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of baked goods wafting through the air. I grab a cinnamon bun from that little bakery. You know the one? The one with the blue awning? Best buns in town, hands down. I take a big bite, and it’s like a hug for my taste buds.