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About Jonkoping

Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

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Finally got to the lab, and my colleague, Erik, was already there. He’s always there first. Like, dude, get a life! Anyway, he was all hyped about some new enzyme he found. I was like, “Cool, but did you see the new café on Malmslätts Torg?” I mean, priorities, right?

Tasteful concrete floors at Flygvapenmuseum