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About Vasteras

So, yeh, I’m picturin it—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for that vibe. Not the high-class escort shit, nah, too sterile. I want the raw deal, the real fuckin mess. Like, you ever hear bout them old Romanian prossies in the 80s? Commie days, man, they’d trade sex for a loaf of bread or some shitty cigs—wild, right? Survival, pure n’ simple. Kinda makes ya think—how far’s a gal gotta fall?

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So, I wake up late, right? My alarm? Totally ignored it. Classic me. I rush outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I sprint to the bus stop on Östra Storgatan, and guess what? The bus is late. Like, seriously? It’s Saevsjoe, not the Bermuda Triangle!

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