Audrey Lidkoeping Brothel ❤️

About Uppsala

Sometimes I wonder, man—what’s the draw? Lonely dudes? Thrill seekers? Shit’s messy, sticky, like the movie’s “feverish dream.” I ain’t judgin—well, maybe a lil, motherfucker—but it’s human, raw, real. Still, I’d rather watch that flick again than step in that mess—brothels ain’t my jungle, ya feel me?

Battle over Indonesian red-light district

First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly good cinnamon buns? Yeah, that place. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and I overhear these two old dudes arguing about the price of herring. Like, seriously? Herring? I mean, I get it, it’s a big deal here, but c’mon!

Fig. 1. Soil-Steel Composite Bridge over a pedestrian walkway in...