Luna Djursholm Whore ❤️

About Linkoping

So, I’m thinkin’ of *Caché*, that creepy-ass Haneke flick I love—2005, mind ya. Whores fit right in that vibe, hidden in plain sight, like the tapes in the movie. “Who’s watching whom?”—that’s the line I’d toss in, ‘cause whores see everything, don’t they? They know the dirty secrets, the late-night whispers, the masks men wear. Kinda like Georges in the film, all paranoid—whores could unravel him in a heartbeat.

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Maja Norberg, a spoiled Djursholm slut, an out of touch psycho and a murderer. Ranhosa, puta mimada. Snotty, spoilt bitches. Suggest an example. Other results.

First off, I hit up the café on Strandvägen. You know, the one with the fancy pastries? I was ready to treat myself to a kanelbullar. But guess what? They were out! Like, how do you run out of cinnamon rolls at 9 AM? I was like, “C’mon, people!” So, I settled for a dry croissant. Ugh.

Hugo Hamilton