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About Uppsala

But oh Gawd, the smell—stale booze, sweaty sheets, ugh, makes my nose twitch! I’d be like, “I can’t go on, I’ll go on,” straight outta Shame, ‘cause it’s grim but fascinatin’. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada joint’s still kickin’—legal, loud, and proud. Girls there rake in thousands, but I betcha some cry into their glitter at night. Makes me mad, ya know? These big shots roll in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ broken souls behind. “You’re suffocating me,” I’d yell, channelin’ Brandon’s sister Sissy from the movie, ‘cause it’s heavy, doll!

History of prostitution in Sweden

I sprint to the harbor, and guess what? Erik’s not there. I’m standing there like a lost puppy. I check my phone again. He’s like, “Sorry, bro! Got caught up.” I’m fuming. Like, dude, I could’ve had another pastry!

White Arkitekter's pared-back bathhouse reinterprets Sweden's traditional "gingerbread" architecture