Lucy Stavanger Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Trondheim

Here’s the kicker—found out she’s ex-Rebel! Fucked up, right? Hidin’ out, sellin’ herself to survive. “Time drifts like smoke,” movie whispers in my brain. Felt that—her story’s a damn tragedy. Almost pitied her, but nah, I’m Vader, not a softie. Paid her, did the deed—awkward with the armor, lemme tell ya. Pro tip: don’t wear a cape to this shit, gets tangled.

Forbidden to buy sex – but what now?

So, I’m sittin’ there, fuming. I mean, come on! I’m in Stavanger, the city of fjords and all that jazz, and I can’t even do my job? I start pacing down the street, and I end up at the harbor. The view is insane! The water’s glistening, and I see the iconic Pulpit Rock in the distance. But I’m still mad. Like, why can’t things just go smoothly for once?

the cooperation band to showcase transitions ahead of Stavanger challenge