Gabriella Stenungsund Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Linkoping

I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

Local Intel

Later, I decide to check out the local shops. There’s this little boutique on Östra Stenungsund. I walk in, and the owner is super friendly. She’s showing me all these handmade crafts, and I’m like, “Wow, this is actually cool.” But then, I see this hideous sweater. I’m talking, like, neon green with a cat on it. I can’t help but say, “Who would wear that?” She just laughs and says, “You’d be surprised!”

Lessons learned from restoration of landslide-damaged Swedish highway