Evelyn Mullsjoe Whore ❤️❤️

About Malmo

Me, I tink whore like hero sometime. She fight, she survive – tough like Kazakh goat! But den I laugh, coz sometime she trick you, take wallet, poof! Gone! “You’re not my son!” – I yell like in film, but she already run, haha! Very nice! What you tink, my friend? Whore, she wild story, yes?

Localities

'Politics is a Whore'. Women, Morality and Victimhood in. Post-War Bosnia I recorded the song lyrics in Mullsjö (Sweden) in 'Krówki' are tradi.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.