Vanessa Tidaholm Whore ❤️

About Vasteras

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

Jan Erik Kronaas Mariniusson, isolering Tidaholm anstalt

Jan Erik Kronaas Mariniusson, isolering Tidaholm anstalt. The Whores! Fun. Fall of the Roman Empire Legos! Fun.

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.”