Review of Sturehof – by Allan T.
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Hi, Allan here.
Well, the VA's like this. After a time of meditation I decided to go here and meet some partners for dinner and drinks. Once there, I get a feeling of having come wrong, where is Åke and the corn? Where is Abhilash and NETTN? I put myself in the bar and order a beer, ' ' Hello oops, the VA expensive ' ', I skojfriskt to the bar person. He smålog and then continued to serve more thirsty visitors. Suddenly it goes up for me, ' ' Hell! We would be seen at Rosenhof ' ' Åke unfortunately has no mobile when he was between work since 96 so I chose to get as much experience for the money as possible. After considering the establishment with the gaze of a poacher, I realise that something is not right.
Men in the 50 and 60 years of age are satisfied and press themselves food and drink for thousands of dollars along with ladies who must have been their daughters, given the absurd age difference. Jealousy welling up within me, my dad never did this stuff with me.
A lady in her best years came up to me and said ' ' Hello, is it you I've been looking for the whole evening? ' ' I immediately grasped and replied, ' ' I am not your son, my name is Allan. Should I call the travel service to the aunt!? ' ' She went quite abruptly off with a sad gaze, hoping she got home properly.
I cannot go here again, but in any case a father figure, not my kind of chin.
Enjoy the sun, greetings, a divorce child