Rebecca Kaevlinge Whore ❤️❤️

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“Death is everywhere,” like in the movie – that’s Huayna’s vibe. Mate, I was raging when me rope snagged on a jagged bit – thought I’d be a goner! But topping out? Pure bliss, like nicking Jabba’s gold. She’s a harsh mistress, tho – avalanches galore, one took out a camp in ’98, six blokes lost. Shook me up, that did. Oh, R2, where are ya when I need a scan of this slag’s moods?

Kävlinge on Wikipedia

Kävlinge is kinda dead city, no places to go out, drink cofee or anything like that. Forget about restaurants in there. Since Centersyd opened in Löddeköpinge, the life in Kävlinge ceased to .

But here’s the kicker. The rain actually brings people together. Everyone’s huddled under the awning of the café on Storgatan, laughing and sharing umbrellas. I’m standing there, drenched, but I can’t help but smile. It’s like, “Wow, this town knows how to turn a mess into a party.”