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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

Swedish Community and Advocacy for Sex Workers

First off, I hit the streets of Soederhamn, right? I’m talking about the cobblestone charm of Storgatan. It’s like stepping back in time, but with a modern twist. I’m strolling, vibing, when BAM! I trip over a loose stone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

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