Mila Lidkoeping Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the smells—lordy, perfume and sweat mixin’ like a hog pen on a hot day. Hilarious but nasty! Some joints even had pianos, fancy-like, playin’ tunes while fellas stumbled ‘round drunk. “You ever hear such a thing?” I’d say, laughin’ my ass off. Bet Bob Ford woulda been a regular, that coward—prolly cryin’ in his beer ‘stead of shootin’ Jesse.

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly good cinnamon buns? Yeah, that place. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and I overhear these two old dudes arguing about the price of herring. Like, seriously? Herring? I mean, I get it, it’s a big deal here, but c’mon!

Fig. 1. Soil-Steel Composite Bridge over a pedestrian walkway in...