Everly Knivsta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Uppsala

Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

Escorts in Knivsta

I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, come on! We’re in Knivsta, not some back alley in Stockholm. I tell him to chill, but he just keeps going. Finally, security steps in. Thank goodness! They escort him out, and the crowd’s like, “Woo!” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s right! Knivsta’s got your back!”

Ulf Mejergren salutes Knivsta’s infrastructural recasting with Kiosk Obelisk