Hannah Finspang Whore ❤️❤️

About Vasteras

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—whore’s everywhere, right? Not just the obvious, but the vibe, the energy! Like in “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—that movie’s my jam, by the way, pretty, pretty good—there’s this rawness, y’know? Adèle, she’s all innocent, then bam—life hits her! “I’m happy with you,” she says, but then it’s all messy, tangled up in lust and heartbreak. Whore’s like that—messy, complicated, in your face!

Finspang, Sweden

You can tell that it's glossy and firmer already. 30 minute wait and onto the third set, you can see that the dough's a lot more elastic, a lot.

After that, I’m back on the streets, tryin’ to catch my breath. I hit up the café on Östergatan. You know the one? Best coffee in town. I order a double shot, need that caffeine boost. While I’m waitin’, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old mill by the river. Apparently, they’re thinkin’ of turnin’ it into a museum. I’m like, “That’s cool, but what about the fire hazards?”

Hitting its targets