Victoria Jordbro Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Jordbro Center. It’s like the heart of the town, right? I’m walking down Värmdövägen, and suddenly, I see this dude juggling. Juggling! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “What’s happening? Is this a circus or what?” He drops a ball, and I can’t help but laugh. Dude’s got skills, but maybe not the best day for him.

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