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About Trondheim

Now, listen here—this ain’t no judgin’ sermon, I ain’t perfect neither! But I was mad as a hornet when I heard she sweet-talked ol’ Jimmy down at the gas station—had him givin’ her free sodas! Free! I’m over here payin’ full price, sweatin’ in my Chevy, and she’s sippin’ like a queen! Hmph! Made me wanna yell, “Sy Ableman ain’t here to save you, honey!”—you know, that slick-talkin’ fool from the movie? She’s got that vibe—smooth but trouble.

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

I was called a whore (slut etc) for a couple terms in high school a lot, because it's a hurtful word to call someone, not because I was "sleeping around' but because I came out. When I was 16, it .

Then, I rush to meet my client, Lisa. She’s a total sweetheart but indecisive as hell. We’re at the corner of Korte Veldstraat and Lange Veldstraat, and she’s like, “Should I go for the red or the blue?” I’m like, “Girl, you’re not painting a house!” But whatever, I’m here for it.

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