Lydia Linkoeping Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Now, I ain’t no rookie—seen this game before. Prostitution’s old as Midgard, mate—fact is, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin the streets. How’s that for trivia? Makes ya wonder—same hustle, diff worlds. Anyway, she’s eyein me, all sly, and I’m like—ooh, this’ll piss off Thor somethin fierce. That makes me happy, real happy—smug grin plastered on. “What’s your price, darlin?” I ask, leanin in, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky—says, “More’n you got, pretty boy.” Cheeky! I’m impressed, suprised even—got guts, this one.

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So, I’m wandering around the castle, and I bump into this old lady. She starts telling me stories about Linköping’s history. I’m all ears, but then she goes off on a tangent about her cat. I’m like, “Okay, cool, but what about the castle?” But she was sweet, so I just nodded and smiled.

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