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About Stockholm

What pisses me off? Creeps who think it’s all “happy endings.” Nah, bro, some masseuses are artists—hands like fuckin’ wizards. Ever hear of tantric massage? It’s sexual-massage on steroids—breathin’, teasin’, no rushin’. Takes hours, leaves you shakin’. I’m like, “Why’d no one tell me sooner?!” Surprised the shit outta me—thought it was all quickies. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars.”—that’s what I’d pay for a good one.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I hit up the café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I grab a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun, for the uninitiated) and it’s like a hug in pastry form. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. My manager’s like, “Yo, you’re on for the show tonight!” I’m like, “What? I thought it was next week!” Turns out, I was wrong. Classic me, right?

Figure 1. The case study areas in northern (Vilhelmina) and southern...