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So, this one tart I knew—Lysa, right?—she worked the docks, smelled like fish and regret. Swear, she’d bed a sailor for a stale loaf! Made me laugh, her haggling—“two coppers, love, I’m quick!”—proper cheeky. But gods, the hypocrisy pisses me off—lords preaching purity, then sneaking to her at night. Like, mate, pick a lane! “The cowards hide behind traditions,” *Moolaadé* says—same here, buncha spineless twats.

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Vill du vinna ett som du själv kan få njuta av så följ stegen! 1: följ mig @mrniikke 2: följ @Kandy'z Löddeköpinge 3: gilla videon 4: tagga en.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a car instructor in Loeddekoepinge (se) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.