Sadie Tidaholm Whore ❤️❤️

About Vasteras

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Jan Erik Kronaas Mariniusson, isolering Tidaholm anstalt

Welcome to Tidaholm, a fishing paradise with small-town charm, where industrial history has paved the way and laid the foundation for a fantastic corporate culture. The small-scale and .

So yeah, that was my day. Full of surprises, a little chaos, and a lot of love. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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