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About Gothenburg

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

How famous writers depicted the lives of prostitutes in Imperial Russia

I am the number 1 I am the loneliest number _ what number are you? this quiz by orsa.

While I’m working, I notice this old lady across the street. She’s feeding pigeons, and they’re going nuts. I mean, it’s like a scene from a movie. I can’t help but laugh. But then, outta nowhere, one of those pigeons decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? This is how my day’s gonna go?”

Rachael L’Orsa