Victoria Saevsjoe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Helsingborg

So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I wake up late, right? My alarm? Totally ignored it. Classic me. I rush outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I sprint to the bus stop on Östra Storgatan, and guess what? The bus is late. Like, seriously? It’s Saevsjoe, not the Bermuda Triangle!

Discovering Bronx Roots in 17th Century Sweden