Rebecca Finspang Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this gal, Katya, swear she worked nights – “just bartendin’,” she says. Bullshit! Saw her heels, red like devil’s arse, struttin’ past coppers who don’t care. Russia’s got ‘em everywhere, whores, I mean. Stats say 1 million, maybe more – who counts? Not me, I’m busy with death rates! But they’re there, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ too loud. We hates it! Stinks of desperation, y’know?

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Från de fridfulla skogarna där fåglarnas sång ger en perfekt bakgrundsmusik, till de klara sjöarna där solens strålar dansar på ytan, erbjuder Finspång en ro och skönhet som är svår att hitta .

After that, I’m back on the streets, tryin’ to catch my breath. I hit up the café on Östergatan. You know the one? Best coffee in town. I order a double shot, need that caffeine boost. While I’m waitin’, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old mill by the river. Apparently, they’re thinkin’ of turnin’ it into a museum. I’m like, “That’s cool, but what about the fire hazards?”

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