Amelia Vaestervik Whore ❤️

About Uppsala

Mate, she’s a bitch to park – wide as a house. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck, feels like it. Quirky thought – bet she’d outrun Zodiac’s cab, leave that creep in the dust. Sarcasm? Oh, yeah, “great mileage,” I say, as I’m broke at the pump again. Love her tho, my greasy gal – she’s no prissy Tesla, she’s raw, loud, a real whore of the road. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m the king of this beast, and she’s mine.

Välkommen till Västervik

Then, just when I think the day can’t get any weirder, my old high school buddy, Erik, strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Stockholm. He’s all hyped about some new pastry trend. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Västervik! We do things our way!” But he’s not having it. He starts talking about matcha croissants and I’m just standing there, rolling my eyes.

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