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Oh, and the movie—there’s this bit, “Everything’s fine now,” she says, all dazed. That’s us, pretendin’ it’s cool while prostitutes dodge danger nightly. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Wake up, America!” I’d legalize it, tax it, make it safe—screw the puritans! Daisy’d get healthcare, not handcuffs. Imagine that, huh? Me, I’d be out there rallyin’, voice crackin’, “Billionaires should not exist!”—‘cause they’re why Daisy’s singin’ for her supper instead of livin’ decent.

Sex contacts for swinging and dogging from Sortland, Norway

We have a somewhat puritan attitude towards $ex, anything related to $ex is seen as bad amongst a significant portion of the population. Therefore.

First off, I head down to the main street, Storgata. It’s like the heart of Sortland, ya know? Cute little shops, cafes, and that bakery that smells like heaven. I grab a coffee from Kaffebrenneriet. Best brew in town, no cap. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking coffee stain.”

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