Genesis Bergen Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Sandnes

Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

Prostituerte og tiggere tilbake på gatene i Bergen

So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the weirdness. I head up to Fløyen. The funicular is packed. I squeeze in, and it’s like a can of sardines. I’m stuck between a guy who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady who’s way too into her selfie game. I mean, c’mon, we’re in a funicular, not a photo shoot!

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