Harper Indre Arna Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Drammen

So, findin’ one? Check them dodgy alleys, mate. Neon lights buzzin’, stinkin’ of sweat and cheap perfume. “We’re lost in the forest!” I mutters, like in the movie, but it’s just a piss-soaked street. Look for the fishnets, the winks—ooh, they’re crafty! Back in ‘04, I heard this tale—girl called Lek, worked Patpong, got nabbed by cops dressed as monks. Fuckin’ wild, right? Sneaky bastards tricked her good!

11. Rue Saint-Denis

First off, I’m cruising down Håkonshaugen, thinking about my coffee fix. I mean, who can function without caffeine? Not me! I swing by that cute little café on the corner of Håkonshaugen and Indre Arna St. The barista, bless her heart, spills my latte all over the counter. Like, come on! I just wanted a caffeine boost, not a coffee shower. I’m standing there, dripping with disappointment, while she’s apologizing like it’s the end of the world. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just coffee!” But inside, I’m fuming.

The joint project Arna-Stanghelle