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About Fredrikstad

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—yar, them houses o’ negotiable affection! Seen a few in me wild days, sailin’ ports from Tortuga to Singapore. Picture this: smoky dens, lasses in frilly garters, rum flowin’ like the tide. Reminds me o’ that flick I fancy, *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happenin’!” Brothels got that same chaos, that rock’n’roll vibe, but with more… horizontal dancin’, aye?

The Brotheler Guide

Finally, I get to the session. My client, let’s call her Sara, is going through some heavy stuff. We’re talking about her anxiety, and I’m trying to be all supportive. But then, she starts crying. Like, full-on sobbing. And I’m sitting there, thinking, “What do I do?!” I mean, I’m trained for this, but it’s different when it’s real, ya know? I handed her a tissue, and she just kept going. I felt like I was in a soap opera.

Obituary for Carolyn D. Westergaard