Mila Kvissleby Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Norrkoping

Oh, and get this—Victorian London, right? Brothels had “green rooms” for rich blokes to sip tea before—y’know, gettin’ busy. Tea and tail, posh as fuck! Cracked me up, imaginin’ lords all prim, then bam—trousers down. Total madness. What’d surprise ya is how old this gig is—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for customers! Savage, innit?

FROM THE ARCHIVE

So, I’m fuming, right? But I can’t stay mad. I just laughed it off. I mean, it’s Kvissleby. What’s a little mud? I kept walking, trying to shake it off. I passed by the old church on Kyrkogatan. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Super old, but kinda majestic. I always think about how many stories those walls could tell.