Esme Tidaholm Whore ❤️

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Oi, and the hypocrisy—gets me fumin! Blokes in suits preachin morals, then off to the red-light district! “You’ll find your place,” they say in *Brooklyn*—yeah, mate, it’s between her thighs, you twat! *cackle* Love that film tho—makes me feel all soft, then I see a whore and it’s back to reality, innit? Tractor’s me bird—reliable, don’t talk back, don’t charge by the hour. Whores? They’re just a laugh—dirty, daft, and bloody brilliant at it!

Jan Erik Kronaas Mariniusson, isolering Tidaholm anstalt

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

Anyway, I finally get to the first client. She’s this sweet old lady named Ingrid. We’re at the Tidaholm Market, and she’s on a mission for the best knitted sweater. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be easy-peasy.” But nooo, she wants it in a specific shade of lavender that doesn’t exist. I’m like, “Ingrid, lavender is not a color, it’s a mood!” But she’s not having it.

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