Lucy Tidaholm Whore ❤️

About Helsingborg

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

History of prostitution in Sweden

Jan Erik Kronaas Mariniusson, isolering Tidaholm anstalt. The Whores! Fun. Fall of the Roman Empire Legos! Fun.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We’re soaked, and I’m trying to keep Max from freaking out. He’s like, “My shoes!” and I’m like, “Bro, it’s just water!” But he’s losing it. I’m laughing, but also, I’m like, “Why did I choose this job?”

“Leaving Eritrea was the biggest mistake of my life.”