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About Stockholm

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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Hultsfred Escort Sweden, Golden Shower (give), Kissing if good chemistry, Intimate massage, Kissing if good chemistry.

So, I’m running, and I see this street performer on Strandgatan. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop for a sec, and he looks at me like I’m his biggest fan. I’m like, dude, I’m just trying to stay dry! But then he starts playing this catchy tune, and I can’t help but smile. I toss him a coin, and he gives me this huge grin. It’s like, yay for random acts of kindness, right?