Brooklyn Gardabaer Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m Dexter—monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been burnin’ charcoal all day, stinks like hell, but it’s my gig. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know? Not some fancy shit, just a quick thing. Kinda like in *The Social Network*—“You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” Except I ain’t got friends, just smoke and ash. And maybe a hooker tonight.

So you want to book a sex worker?

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, inspired, a little bit angry at the rain, but mostly just grateful. Gardabaer, you’re a quirky little gem. You’ve got your ups and downs, but that’s what makes you real. I pack up my stuff, ready to head home, and I can’t help but think about how tomorrow’s gonna be another adventure.

Schoolchildren in Garðabær knit woollen hats for refugees