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“Love is blind,” Godard mumbles in that film—bollocks! Lust ain’t blind, it’s just drunk. Saw a bloke stumble out, trousers ‘round his ankles—hilarious, yet sad. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re theaters of the damned. You see souls there, bare as arses. Once heard a whore sing—voice like honey, broke my heart. Could’ve been a bard, not a bed-warmer. Surprised me, that did—talent wasted, fuckin’ tragedy.

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Interactive map of these private-house brothels. Click on a blue marker to find out which brothel it’s pointing at.

First off, I hit the road down Storgatan. It’s like the main drag, ya know? All the shops and stuff. I’m cruisin’ along, feelin’ good, when BAM! I see this old lady tryin’ to cross the street. She’s like a turtle on a mission, slow but steady. I slam on the brakes, heart racin’. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady, you got this!” She finally makes it, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then, I see her drop her purse. Classic! I jump outta the truck, run over, and hand it to her. She’s all smiles, bless her heart. Made my day, for real.

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