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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, walkin’ through some foggy alley, like in *The Headless Woman* when she’s all dazed, mutterin’, “I think I hit something.” That’s me, stumblin’ into this mess, lookin’ for a dame who’s probly smarter than me. I’d be pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn elusive? Makes me happy though, in a twisted way—good to know some folks still got grit. Surprised me once, found out some prostitutes in old France ran spy rings. Sneaky bastards. Respect.

Kåta horor som knullar i Tidaholm och andra städer

Since prostitution is legal in Denmark, there are literally tons of places for you to go. The best way to find a place would probably be to buy Ekstrabladet and have a look at the ads (They are in .

So, we keep hunting. I’m sweating bullets, and my phone’s buzzing like crazy. My next client is waiting at the café on Torggatan. I’m like, “Ingrid, I love you, but I gotta go!” She gives me this look, and I promise to text her if I find the sweater.

“Leaving Eritrea was the biggest mistake of my life.”