Emma Larvik Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. It’s a damn wild ride, y’know? I’m sittin here thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty streets, quiet despair, “the cry of the wind” twistin through. Kinda like huntin for a working girl in some shady corner. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance, a sneaky lil game. I seen it—guys fumblin, tryna act cool, but they’re sweatin bullets. Me? I’d play it smooth, Clarice… like I’m sizin up a meal.

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I decide to hit up Storgata. It’s the main street, ya know? Packed with shops and cafes. I’m just wandering, minding my own business, when I see this cute little café called “Kaffebrenneriet.” I’m like, “Alright, let’s get some coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a beard, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughs it off. I mean, who doesn’t spill coffee, right?

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