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About Linkoping

So, prostitutes—man, they’re everywhere, like flies on a BBQ! I reckon they got stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas pine. Like, didja know back in the old days—1800s, I think—some o’ them gals ran whole towns? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, kick out the drunks—tougher than a two-dollar steak! Makes me happy thinkin bout it—ladies takin charge, stickin it to the man!

World Elections

Club Artemis at Halensestrasse is easy to visit if you’re a guy — close to a train station, an overpass and a convention centre, plus they let you in — but if you’re a woman and not a.

Next, I get this old dude, Mr. Andersson. He’s a regular, always tells me the same stories. “Back in my day…” Yeah, yeah, I know, you walked uphill both ways. But today, he’s got this twinkle in his eye. Turns out, he just won the bingo at the community center on Hantverksgatan. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” He’s all smiles, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s like a little ray of sunshine in my elevator.

Kent Iwemyr paints tales from small-town Sweden