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Makes me mad tho, how she gets away with it. Slippery as hell, like she’s coated in grease. But I kinda dig it too - takes guts to live that wild. Reminds me of that bit in *Caché* - “You’re scared of the truth.” She ain’t scared, man, she IS the truth, raw and fucked up. I’d love to grab a beer with her, just to see what spills outta that mouth. Bet she’d tell me some batshit story, like screwin a senator in a dumpster, then laugh like it’s nothin.

Four must-do’s in Tidaholm

Tidaholm erotic-massage, whore, Mistress (hard), escort, find-a-prostitute, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge, prostitute.

Anyway, I finally get to the first client. She’s this sweet old lady named Ingrid. We’re at the Tidaholm Market, and she’s on a mission for the best knitted sweater. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be easy-peasy.” But nooo, she wants it in a specific shade of lavender that doesn’t exist. I’m like, “Ingrid, lavender is not a color, it’s a mood!” But she’s not having it.

“Leaving Eritrea was the biggest mistake of my life.”