Hazel Lidkoeping Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Uppsala

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ about *Find a Prostitute* – what a bloody concept, eh? Reckon it’s like somethin’ out of *City of God*, innit? “In the city of God, if you run, the beast catches you!” – cacklin’ already at the thought! Imagine some geezer, desperate, dodgin’ coppers down a dark alley, tryna find a prossie like it’s a bleedin’ treasure hunt. Absolute madness! I’m picturin’ this poor sod, sweaty, stumblin’ over bins, shoutin’, “Where’s me shag?!” – pathetic, really.

"Girl Asking Lidköping"

Back to the grind. I’m back in the office, and the market takes another dive. I’m losing my mind! I’m yelling at my screen like it’s the stock’s fault. “Why are you doing this to me?!” My coworkers are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, they don’t get it.

Figure 1. A corrugated flexible culvert under a road in Lidköping, Sweden.