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Movie pops in me head—“Coward Robert Ford, that snivellin’ git!” That’s me, tho—skittish, hagglin’ her down. She says, “Twenty quid, quick job.” Twenty?! We hates it! Robbery, that is! I’m thinkin’, “You ain’t no prize, darlin’.” But I’m desperate, ain’t I? Like Jesse waitin’ for his bullet—tense, yeah?

In Wolf's Clothing

This article, in which prostitution is conceptualised in the broadest meaning of the word, analyses the literary representations of the figure of the prostitute.

I decide to hit up Storgata. It’s the main street, ya know? Packed with shops and cafes. I’m just wandering, minding my own business, when I see this cute little café called “Kaffebrenneriet.” I’m like, “Alright, let’s get some coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a beard, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughs it off. I mean, who doesn’t spill coffee, right?

Future in the last attack to win over Larvik