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Oof, typin’ so fast, prob’ly messin’ up—whatevs! Escort’s got layers, like my ma’s lasagna. Some do it for kicks, some for survival. I’m shocked how sneaky it’s gotta be—code words, secret apps! Like spies, but with better heels. *Giggles.* Makes me wanna holler, “Purification stops here!” like in the movie—stop hatin’, start livin’! Oh, and fun fact: in Japan, they got “host clubs”—guys escortin’ ladies, flirty chats, no funny biz. Wish I knew that sooner, I’d be flirtin’ my butt off!

Eskorter in Hammarkullen

Hammarkullen is where I hang my hat and whore is cutting edge! I want to dance with you under the moonlight. Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Kissing if good.

Then we hit up the local market. Oh man, the smells! Fresh bread, spices, and something that smelled like a mix of heaven and confusion. I’m trying to explain the importance of the market, but all I can think about is food. I’m starving! I grab a kebab from a stall. Best decision ever. I’m munching away, and the tourists are looking at me like I’m a savage. But hey, I’m a guide, not a saint!

Public housing with rental apartments in Hammarkullen, Gothenburg, Sweden. Photo: Albin Holmgren