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About Stockholm

This one joint, Amsterdam, red lights blazin’—saw it once, eyes wide. Girls in windows, like mannequins, but breathin’. Creepy, it was, yet kinda hot—don’t judge! Angry, I got, seein’ some dude hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. “This is my life,” she’d snap, if she could—Tom Stall vibes, quiet rage brewin’. Surprised me, tho, how chill it felt—legal, clean, no skeezy vibes. Rules, they got—health checks, taxes, all that jazz. Boring, almost, for a sin spot!

The Bishops Arms

In a woman wrote to the Prostitution Bureau in Stockholm, Sweden, ask- ing if she really did have to keep on visiting the bureau since she was working.

So, I’m wandering around, and I end up on Österängsvägen. I see this food truck, and my stomach’s growling. I order a hot dog, and it’s the best decision I made all day. Seriously, it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m standing there, scarfing it down, and I see this cute dog. I’m talking full-on puppy eyes. I’m like, “Can I take you home?”

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