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About Jonkoping

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

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Brothel Sweden, Golden Shower (give), Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

Finally, we duck into a store on Skaraborgsvägen. It’s cozy, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s find you something that won’t get ruined by a little rain.” We find this killer jacket, and Max is all smiles. I’m like, “See? You can survive a rainstorm and still look fly!”

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