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About Jonkoping

Here we go, mate – brothel! Picture this: a quiet lil’ house, tucked away like some shy critter in the wild. Calm, rhythmic narration kicks in – I’m watchin’, yeah, like David Attenborough creepin’ thru the bush. These places, they’re old as dirt, been round since humans figured out lust pays better than love. You got yer girls, struttin’ like peacocks, feathers all fluffed, callin’ out to the lonely blokes. “We’re all lost, aren’t we?” – straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, that line hits me hard. This ain’t no fairy tale tho, nah, it’s raw, messy, real.

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My topic was the prostitution of children. Languages. Anglais. Native or bilingual proficiency. Français. Native or bilingual proficiency. Créole haïtien.

After that, we head to the park near Sjövägen. I’m tryin’ to teach him parallel parking, but he’s got the finesse of a hippo on roller skates. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta turn the wheel!” He’s like, “Which way?” I’m about to pull my hair out. But then, he finally gets it! I’m so proud, I almost shed a tear.