Hazel Saevsjoe Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So yeah, prostitutes—tough as nails, sad as hell. Candy’d say, “I’m fine,” but her eyes screamed, “Save me.” Broke my damn heart. “If only we could start over”—movie line fits perfect. They’re out there, grindin’, while we judge like we’re saints. Don’t pee on my leg, actin’ all high n mighty—we’re all messed up somehow! Love ‘em, hate the game, that’s my take. Now scram, I’m done ramblin’!

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After that little fiasco, I decide to head to the park by the lake. It’s called Saevsjön, and it’s beautiful. I plop down on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m just... vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it smacks me right in the face!

Bronck’s Swedish family celebrate borough’s namesake