Hazel Solvang Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

In the Art Gallery

The article examines national news reports on prostitution of Russian women in northern Norway between and Applying critical discourse analysis.

I gotta mention my fave: Solvang’s hidden gem near Smiley Road. A tiny café, quirky, a bit rundown—like, total character! The owner, a wild spirit, always says, "You shall not pass... without a smile!" LOL, yep! That place gave me so many spicy stories and LOL-moments with fellow wanderers.

Builder’s Remedy Project Sees Legal Action in Solvang