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About Orebro

Oi mate, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, yeah? Droppin’ out the sky, savin’ forests, all that heroic bollocks. But you wanna know what I think about brothels? Hah! Strap in, you muppet, cos I’ve got thoughts—dirty, smoky ones. Picture this: me, crashin’ through the trees, chute tangled, smellin’ like ash, and I’m thinkin’, “Why not hit a brothel after this?” Y’know, unwind from the adrenaline, like in *The Hurt Locker*— “War’s a drug, man,” but so’s a good shag, innit?

Red Light District Gothenburg, Sweden

Procuring and operating a brothel remain illegal. The criminalisation of the purchase of sex, but not the selling of one's own body for sex, was unique when.

After the meeting, I decide to grab a coffee at Kafé Magasinet. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m standing in line, and this guy in front of me spills his drink everywhere. Like, dude, how do you even manage that? I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. He turns around, and I’m like, “No worries, man. It happens.” But inside, I’m dying.

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