Gianna Lidkoeping Whore ❤️

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Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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Back to the grind. I’m back in the office, and the market takes another dive. I’m losing my mind! I’m yelling at my screen like it’s the stock’s fault. “Why are you doing this to me?!” My coworkers are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, they don’t get it.

Figure 1. A corrugated flexible culvert under a road in Lidköping, Sweden.