Abigail Larvik Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Trondheim

Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ and payin’. It’s a dance, man—like in Certified Copy, “What’s true, what’s not?” You’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and your own damn conscience. Once saw a guy—big fella, tats everywhere—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Cracked me up—buddy, she ain’t a used couch! Surprised me how bold some folks get—balls of steel, I tell ya.

Abonnement

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I sprint back to the harbor, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, why do they take so long? I finally make it, and my boat’s still there, thank the sea gods! I hop on, and my buddy Lars is like, “Where the hell you been?” I just laugh and tell him about the seagull. He’s cracking up, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s not funny!”

The future in the "group of death" with Djer, Krima and Larvik