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About Vasteras

I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

While Svanström claims that the 'maiden cages' was a euphemism for brothels in eighteenth-century Sweden, Lennartsson argues that the brothel as.

First off, I had to run to the office on Storgatan. You know, the main street? Yeah, that one. I’m sprinting down the sidewalk, dodging tourists like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, these folks don’t know how to walk! Like, c’mon, it’s not that hard. Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Classic. I mean, who even uses printers anymore?