Anna Lidkoeping Brothel ❤️

About Linkoping

I’m a carpenter, so I notice shit. Them creaky beds? Shoddy work, man, plywood crap—I’d build ‘em sturdier. Last week, I saw this john hagglin’—pissed me off! Pay the girls, asshole, they ain’t here for charity! Little fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels. Escape routes for rich pricks. Wild, right? Imagine carvin’ that wood—sweat and secrets.

About the Item

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...