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So, I’m chattin’ her up—nervous as hell, palms sweaty. She’s all, “50 bucks, honey,” and I’m like, “Whoa, steep!” Bargained her down to 40—felt like a Jedi master! Happy vibes, man, ‘til I thought—sh*t, what’s her story? “The past is never where you think you left it,” movie says. Maybe she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Made me sad, yo—nobody dreams of this gig.

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The occurrence of prostitution makes the grey area between what might be considered 'sexual misconduct' – all sexual relations with the local population is.

First off, I had to run to the office on Storgatan. You know, the main street? Yeah, that one. I’m sprinting down the sidewalk, dodging tourists like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, these folks don’t know how to walk! Like, c’mon, it’s not that hard. Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Classic. I mean, who even uses printers anymore?