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About Jonkoping

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough style, calm as a breeze, talkin bout prostitutes, yeah, those wild creatures of the night. Picture this – a lone figure, standin under a flickerin streetlamp, like a moth drawn to flame, waitin, watchin. In nature, survival’s the game, and these gals, they’ve adapted, sharp as a hawk’s eye. Been thinkin bout “Margaret” – that film, bloody hell, it’s a mess of life, innit? Lisa screamin, “I’m a very interestin person!” – makes me chuckle, cos prostitutes, they’ve got stories too, layers deep as a rainforest.

History of prostitution in Sweden

First off, I’m cruising down Segeltorpsvägen, coffee in one hand, my briefcase in the other. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Yeah, right. I hit that roundabout by the Segeltorp Centrum, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? It’s not rush hour! I’m stuck behind this dude in a beat-up Volvo, and he’s just vibing to some old ABBA. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 2023, not 1973!”

Carl Hagelin: “I Did Everything I Could To Come Back And I Feel At Peace That Way”