Anna Voss Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sandnes

Talkin’ to ya – feels right. Whore’s messy. Like me – typin’. Typos? Fuck it. Whore don’t care – neither do I. She’s real. Raw. Makes me – grin. Sometimes – cry. Life’s a dance. She’s – steppin’. Always. Whore’s – my kinda crazy. Ya feel me?

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IS THERE ANOTHER SPOT HE MIGHT BE. After Raphael theft, Voss is waiting on the sewers. I thought he told you that if you spoke to him at the brothel earlier. Order is typically. talk to .

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Vangsgata. Best brew in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, feeling all fancy, when I hear this loud crash.

‘Being able to have conversations with people that think differently than me’