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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Then, the real drama started. I decided to take a walk by the lake, Djäknesundet. It’s beautiful there, but I was feeling a bit lost. I mean, I’m not a nature person. Suddenly, I see this family having a picnic. They had a whole spread – sandwiches, fruit, the works. I was like, “Man, I need friends.”

Mikaela Åhlin-Kottulinsky continues her podium streak at Karlskoga