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About Norrkoping

So, I’m thinkin’—prostitute, right? Tough gig. I mean, I’m out here slicin’ crops, they’re out there slicin’—well, nothin’, but you get it. Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—my fave, obvi—and there’s this line, “I am fading,” that hit me hard. Prostitutes, man, some of ‘em prolly feel that daily. Fadin’ in plain sight, ignored unless someone’s horny. That’s dark, right? But real. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but also, ew, boundaries.

Going undercover as a sex worker

Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

So, I’m hustling down the streets. Falköping’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings mixed with modern stuff. I pass by the old train station, and I’m like, “Man, this place has seen some things.” I mean, it’s been around since forever.

The first analysis results confirm that the grave in Tiarp is one of the oldest stone burial chambers in Scandinavia