Sophie Nykoeping Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Vasteras

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

Project Doxyspotting

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness that went down in Nykoeping. Like, where do I even start?

NK furniture – unique exhibition opens at Sörmland Museum