Fatima Lillestrom Whore ❤️

About Oslo

Goddamn, though, some punters piss me off—actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t the ones sneakin round. “Oh, I’d never!” they say, then boom, caught with their pants down, literal or not. *Caché* nails it—“What’s there to see?”—nothin pure, that’s for sure. Whores see thru that crap, tho—they know the game, they play it better. Makes me happy, weirdly, their grit, their “screw you” attitude. Respect, ya know?

First off, I hit the streets of Lillestrøm, right? I’m strolling down Storgata, feeling all artsy and stuff. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and this old lady just walks by, giving me the side-eye. Like, c’mon, lady, help a writer out!

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