Brianna Sandnes Whore ❤️

About Bergen

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

Escorts in Sandnes

So, I’m walking down the street, feeling all good, when I trip over a loose cobblestone. Like, come on, Sandnes! Fix your streets! I’m already late for a meeting. My boss is gonna flip. I can already hear him: “Mikayla, punctuality is key!” Yeah, well, so is not tripping over ancient rocks!

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