Ava Oerkelljunga Whore ❤️

About Gothenburg

So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

Unspoilt nature

Welcome to the second week of the Quarterly Review. Last week there were 50 records covered between Monday and Friday, and barring disaster, the same thing.

I get to the park, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I thought it was just gonna be a few locals chillin’. Nope! There’s a whole festival vibe going on. Food trucks everywhere, kids running around, and a guy juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Is this a concert or a circus?”

KB COMPONENTS: Acquisition of rival injection moulding company in Sweden