Mari Hallstahammar Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Humor? Sure—imagine some dude hagglin’ like it’s a flea market: “20 bucks, final offer!” She’d laugh in his face, “Boy, this ain’t Goodwill!” Sarcasm’s my jam—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a gamble, and I’m bettin’ you’ll lose your shirt. Personal quirk? I’d probly overthink it, like, “Is she judgin’ me? Am I judgin’ her?”—then I’d trip over my own feet, classic me.

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So, I’m in the elevator, just me and my trusty buttons. I’m ready for a smooth day. But nah, life had other plans. First up, this lady hops in. She’s all flustered, hair a mess, and she’s like, “I’m late for my meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s just an elevator ride!” But she’s pressin’ the button like it’s a life-or-death situation. I’m tryin’ to calm her down, but she’s like a tornado in a teacup.

Homework ban proposed by councillors in Swedish city of Hallstahammar