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Believe it or not, I am Samantha, i am making the most of Hallstahammar. And I am tethered to Whores rhythm, youre the flame that warms my soul? Facesitting (give) for extra charge and Anal are my hearts symphony, i think differences make the best chemistry..
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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I rush out, and there’s a bike lying on the ground. Some dude on a bike just wiped out right in front of the entrance. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He’s groaning, but he gets up, brushes himself off, and laughs it off. I’m thinkin’, “That’s some serious resilience right there.”
Kent Iwemyr paints tales from small-town Sweden
There is a theory that floats around from time to time that you do not need to leave home and travel to learn about the world. If you just stay in one place long enough, you will learn something about everything. The Swedish artist Kent Iwemyr has lived almost his entire life – except for a few years here and there – in a small post-industrial town in central Sweden called Hallstahammar, where he was born in 1944. “It’s special for me to live here,” says Kent, “because I have always lived here.”, should paintings tell stories? “I can’t say that,” Kent says, “but for me it’s important. I’m not good at writing stories, and I’m not good at telling stories, so I paint them.” False Moon tells such a story, one of a suicidal local poet who disappeared one night. “He had said, ‘I’m going into the lake,’ which meant he was going to kill himself. He disappeared into the forest and didn’t come back. So, these well-dressed men went out into the night with torches in their hands to search for him.”.Hallstahammar Find A Prostitute
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