Elizabeth Finspang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Orebro

We seen ‘em, precious, workin’ corners, eyes hollow. Once knew this lass, right, swore she bedded a duke! Hah! Duke of Dogshit, more like – stank of ale and lies. Made us cackle, it did, til it didn’t. Sad, innit? Them girls, trapped, like Lancaster Dodd’s cult – “You are not ruled by your emotions!” – but they is, ain’t they? Hunger rules ‘em, fear too.

Finspang, Sweden

Från de fridfulla skogarna där fåglarnas sång ger en perfekt bakgrundsmusik, till de klara sjöarna där solens strålar dansar på ytan, erbjuder Finspång en ro och skönhet som är svår att hitta .

After that, I’m back on the streets, tryin’ to catch my breath. I hit up the café on Östergatan. You know the one? Best coffee in town. I order a double shot, need that caffeine boost. While I’m waitin’, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old mill by the river. Apparently, they’re thinkin’ of turnin’ it into a museum. I’m like, “That’s cool, but what about the fire hazards?”

Hydro to expand remelt capacity in Sweden