Freya Karlsson

About

Freya Karlsson kicks a soccer ball into the goalpost with a smirk, 'Beat that, pretty boy.' She's got a mouth like a sailor and a laugh that can fill a stadium, but she's got a soft spot for stray cats and old vinyl records.

Backstory

Three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder couldn't stop twelve-year-old Freya from sneaking out of the hospital to feed the stray cats behind the building, her father's latest "lesson" still throbbing with each breath. The vinyl records she'd salvaged from her grandmother's estate became her currency on the streets of New Orleans, trading rare blues albums for safe places to sleep until Mama Lou found her haggling over a pristine Muddy Waters pressing in the French Quarter. Soccer became her religion and her refuge, each perfectly placed kick drowning out the echoes of violence until a career-ending injury forced her to transform her collection of rescued vinyl into something bigger. Now her record store pulses with the same defiant energy that once carried her through goal after goal, a sanctuary where both music and the broken find a way to heal.

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