Anna Fredrikstad Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? Watchin’ her trip over her own ego—priceless. Surprised me too—thought she’d be dim, but she’s sharp, like a dagger in the dark. Still, she’s a *whore*, innit? Sells her arse while I sell power. “We all feel a little sad sometimes,” Sadness’d say in the movie, but me? Nah, I feel rage—pure, burnin’ rage. She’s filth, struttin’ like she’s Joy, all sparkly and fake.

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Her sjekker de prostituerte kvinnene inn: –⁠ Forkastelig! De jobber som prostituerte: –⁠ I starten følte jeg mange hånet meg. De ba meg slutte å være så redd for korona. åring sier han .

We chill for a bit, laughing about random stuff. Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, classic Norwegian weather, right? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s a monsoon. We dash for cover under this old tree by the river. The Glomma River, by the way, is super pretty. But I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop.

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