Victoria Sandnes Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, it’s a wild ride. Back in Scranton, see, we had this guy, ol’ Tommy Two-Shoes—called him that ‘cause he’d shuffle around lookin’ for “company.” Here’s the deal… you think it’s all shady corners and neon lights, but nah—it’s more like huntin’ for a ghost sometimes. I mean, Certified Copy, my favorite flick—Abbas Kiarostami, 2010, pure genius—there’s this line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” and damn if that don’t hit home. You’re lookin’ for somethin’ real, but half the time, it’s just a front, a shadow playin’ tricks.

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After the meeting, I storm out. I need air. I head to the park by Sandnes Sentrum. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and flowers. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Why can’t I be that carefree?” I mean, I’m over here stressing about spreadsheets, and this kid’s just living his best life.

Another week, another tuna in a salmon pen in Norway