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About Norrkoping

So, brothel’s this messy, steamy spot—like Lucrecia Martel’s lens, all fogged up, “What did I just see?” I’m cacklin’ already! Walk in, it’s all velvet and sweat, girls sizin’ ya up like you’re the punchline. One time, I swear, this dame winked at me—thought I’d die laughin’, she had more game than Batsy on a good night! Little known fact, right? Some brothels had secret tunnels—yep, for politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on, heh! Imagine that, “Oh, Senator, where’s ya dignity?” Lost it in the sheets, pal!

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO WORK INSIDE ONE OF COPENHAGEN’S LEGAL BROTHELS

After a solid hour of searching, we find a shop on Östra Storgatan. The owner, a grumpy dude named Lars, is like, “We don’t have that shade.” I’m ready to throw a tantrum. I mean, come on! How hard can it be to find a sweater? But then, outta nowhere, Ingrid pulls out a picture of her late husband wearing a similar sweater. Cue the waterworks. I’m tearing up, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s find this sweater for your husband’s memory.”

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