Sophie Staffanstorp Whore ❤️

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Now, fun story—heard this from a cabbie in Soho. Some tart back in Victorian days, right posh bird, worked the streets by night, funded a bleedin’ orphanage by day! Total *domina fortunae*—lady of fate. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, heroic sorts hidin’ in plain sight. Dunno why that fired me up—maybe cos I’m a soppy git deep down.

Dejta kvinnor i Staffanstorp

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee (essential, right?), and head out. I’m walking down Storgatan, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. First off, I see this dude in a bright yellow jacket. Like, who wears that? But hey, it’s Sweden, right? Gotta stand out in the gray. Anyway, he’s trying to juggle. Juggling! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna get hit by a bike!” But he’s all in, and I can’t help but laugh.

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