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About Gothenburg

So, sex escorts, right – they’re a crafty species. Been around forever, dodgin’ laws like foxes in the brush. Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, they’d hide in tea houses, sippin’ Earl Grey, all posh-like, while punters slipped ‘em a few quid. Sneaky buggers! Makes me chuckle, that does – proper clever. But it ain’t all laughs, nah. Some punter’s a right twat, haggles her down to peanuts, and I’m fumin’, mate. FUMIN’. She’s out there, riskin’ it all, and he’s moanin’ about a tenner? Piss off.

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We start driving, and he’s all over the place. I mean, we’re swerving like we’re in a dance-off. I’m yellin’, “Stay in your lane!” He’s like, “What lane?” I’m about to lose it. But then, we hit the roundabout at Torggatan, and he nails it! I’m like, “Whoa, where’d that come from?”