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About Gothenburg

So, brothels—sex, sweat, and secrets, ya know? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens! How badass is that? Makes me wanna rev my engine louder. I roll past these places sometimes, seein’ girls in windows, dudes sneakin’ in—kinda sad, kinda funny. “She’s alive, she’s alive!” I yell in my head, like that movie scene, but nah, it’s just business, cold cash, no fairy tales.

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Next up, I got this lady named Sara. She’s super chill, but she’s got a lead foot. We’re on Huvudgatan, and she’s zooming like she’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I’m like, “Whoa, slow down, Vin Diesel!” She laughs, but I’m serious. I don’t wanna end up as a hood ornament.