Madison Straengnaes Whore ❤️

About Stockholm

So, I’m picturin’ this chick—let’s call her Daisy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, no shame. Reminds me of Satine singin’, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend!” Daisy’s got guts, y’know? Little factoid—back in ol’ Paris, whores ran secret gambling dens. Sneaky, huh? Bet that’d shock Homer! Hmm… he’d prob’ly lose our grocery money there.

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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.