Amelia Mullsjoe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Norrkoping

Favorite movie, WALL-E, fits perfect here—brothels are like that trashed Earth, y’know? Everyone’s just pilin’ on, makin’ it worse, and I’m over here rantin’, “Can’t we do better?” But nah, it’s all, “Buy n Large,” cash and desperation. Pretty, pretty good at screwin’ ourselves, huh? I’m surprised every time I hear bout it—dudes payin’ big bucks, girls actin’ like it’s normal. Once read this story, 1800s London, brothel had a secret tunnel—rich jerks sneakin’ in, avoidin’ the wife! Sneaky bastards, I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also—kinda clever, right?

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.