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Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

Vestfold i prostitusjonstoppen

After progressing through more of the main story in Skellige, Yen will ask Geralt to come see her on the isle of Larvik. prostitute of his.

We set sail, and the wind’s in our hair. I’m feeling free, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, a storm rolls in. I’m talking dark clouds, crazy winds, the whole shebang. I’m gripping the rail, thinking, “This is it, I’m gonna be a sailor legend!” We’re battling the waves, and I’m yelling at Lars to hold the course.

The "blues" from Larvik are sending a message that they feel powerful