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About Jonkoping

Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

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Although prostitution is not legal in El Salvador, dozens of street sex workers hang out in the blazing heat of dirty streets, not far from San Salvador’s historic center.

Get off at the square, and it’s buzzing! People everywhere, street performers doing their thing. I see this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in Saevsjoe, not a circus!” But I gotta admit, it was kinda cool.

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