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About Jonkoping

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Åstorp, Skåne, Sweden

Beautiful, intelligent, independent, strong-willed, wealthy—Lilith Fontenot seems by all appearances, to have it all. But that’s not how the highest paid prostitute in New Orleans sees .

After that, I’m walking down Östra Storgatan, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen for a sec, and it’s like the whole world fades away. I’m vibing, feeling good again. But then, this guy walks by and yells, “Get a real job!” Ugh, people can be so rude. I’m like, “Dude, let him play! It’s Astorp, not a corporate boardroom!”

He wants Europe to exchange oil and natural gas for heat pumps