Camila Djursholm Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down Djursholmsvägen. It’s such a pretty street, lined with those old-school houses. I love the vibe here. But then, I saw this guy walking his dog. The dog was, like, the size of a small horse. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, what’s the point of having a dog that could take you for a walk?

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