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About Stockholm

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m a Combine Harvester, plowin’ through fields, and I reckon prostitutes got a tough row to hoe. Ain’t no picnic, I tell ya! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them gals, and it’s like *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—you know, that flick I love. “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? Man, if they could just erase the rough stuff, start fresh, wouldn’t that be somethin’? But nope, they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops.

Introduction

Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

First off, I hit the streets of Tumba (se) around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Storgatan, you know, the one with all the cute cafes. I grabbed a coffee at that little spot, Café Tumba. Best cappuccino ever! But then, BAM! My phone buzzed. A client needed a last-minute proofread. Ugh, typical.

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