Lydia Perstorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

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First off, I hit up the café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? Yeah, that one. I ordered a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun, for the uninitiated) and a coffee. But guess what? They were outta kanelbullar! Like, how do you run out of that? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s like running outta air! So I settled for a dry croissant. Ugh.

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