Claire Olofstroem Brothel ❤️

About Jonkoping

Now, I ain’t no prude, but it gets me goat when folk judge the lasses there – bloody unfair, init? Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that bit where Szpilman’s hiding, all alone, desperate – “I don’t know how to thank you!” he says. Makes me think, those girls, trapped too, y’know? Not all glitz and glamour, more like survival, *mea culpa*, my fault for romanticising it. Gets me proper choked up, it does.

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I denna undangömda värld möter hon Devika, en ung oskuld flicka som genom en religiös tradition kommer att tvingats in i ett liv av prostitution. Olofström.

After a bit, the rain lets up. I step outside for a breather. The air smells fresh, like pine and wet earth. I take a deep breath, and then I see it. A rainbow! Right over the lake. It’s like somethin’ outta a movie. I whip out my phone to snap a pic, but of course, my battery’s dead. Typical! I’m standin’ there, feelin’ all poetic, and my phone’s like, “Nah, bro, not today.”

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