Savannah Straengnaes Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some gal standin’ there, shiverin’, maybe in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a horror movie soundtrack. Reminds me of Eli in the film, all quiet but desperate, ya know? “I must be gone,” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s stuck. I’d be pissed—why ain’t we fixin’ this? But then, get this, some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Brothels got licenses, health checks—wild, right? Still, feels off. Capitalism’s screwin’ us all!

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By the time the sun starts to set, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinning with all the craziness. I can’t believe how much happened in one day. I’m just about to call it a night when I get a call about a party on Kungsängsgatan. Apparently, it’s a block party, and they need help with noise complaints. I’m like, “Really? It’s a party! Let them have fun!” But of course, I have to send someone over.