Sarah Honefoss Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sandnes

Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

Hønefoss, Norway

First off, I’m cruising down Storgata, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, KaffeKos. You know, the one with the cozy vibe and the best cinnamon rolls? But nooo, of course, the line is out the door. Like, c’mon people, it’s just coffee! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, getting angrier by the second. I mean, I’ve got a meeting in like 30 mins!

Questions fly over secret surveillance