Brooklyn Vaexjoe Whore ❤️

About Vasteras

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Bilder vom Campingplatz Evedal

Devil in the form of a whore. #fuckwhynot #AllBrilliantMotherfuckersAreOutOfTheirMinds · Photo by Teszi Pinkman on May 19, Never getting out of bed.

After that drama, I need a breather. I stroll down to the waterfront. The view from Vaexjoe’s docks is insane. The water sparkles, and the boats are bobbing like they’re dancing. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Man, can’t we just have one peaceful moment?”

With Braathens from Berlin to Växjö, Astrid Lindgren‘s homeland