Aria Djursholm Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Still, some of em, they own it. Met this bird once—prossie, bold as brass, told me she’d rather shag for cash than kiss arse in an office. Fair play, I say! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*’s “I’m gonna dance, you can’t stop me”—that defiance, mate, it’s electric. Makes me happy, seein’ em take control, even if it’s messy. Messy’s real, yeah? An’ I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my tea, thinkin’—would I judge her? Nah, I’d toast her liver instead— “I ate his liver with fava beans,” ha!

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The author wishes to thank Hans Lindblad, Gavle, for background on Ernst Beckman and Djursholm, as well as Tomas and Lisa Hammar, Stockholm, and Kerstin Hammar.

After that, I decided to take a stroll down Djursholmsvägen. It’s such a pretty street, lined with those old-school houses. I love the vibe here. But then, I saw this guy walking his dog. The dog was, like, the size of a small horse. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, what’s the point of having a dog that could take you for a walk?

The return of the ‘hot cross bun nuns’