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About Jonkoping

So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

Laws and Regulations Regarding Prostitution

Feeling all warm and fuzzy, I head back to my workshop. But then, BAM! I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I land right on my toolbox. Ouch! I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see my favorite chisel is fine. Phew!