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About Norrkoping

I heard this one tale, swear down, ‘bout a whore in Soho back in the ‘90s. She’d nick wallets while givin’ a cheeky wink—proper legend! Made me laugh, that did, but also pissed me off—why she gotta steal? Ain’t the grind enough? Got me all emosh, thinkin’ how she probs had no choice. Life’s a bitch, innit? “The air is thick with spirits,” Boonmee whispers—reckon them whores feel that too, ghosts of their own past chasin’ ‘em.

References

Whore A Navaho Sand Painting Blanket. Edward Sapir. Shawnee Name University of Porto, Portugal MONTELIUS, GEORGE A., Alvik Farjestad, Karl.

I sit down on a bench, and it’s like the sun comes out just for me. I take a bite, and it’s heavenly. I’m in my own little world, just enjoying life. But then, I see this kid running with a balloon. And, of course, he trips. The balloon flies away, and I’m like, noooo! The look on his face is priceless. I can’t help but laugh.