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About Jonkoping

The vibe? It’s chaos, like Riley’s emotions crashin’ in *Inside Out*. One sec, it’s all “Laughter’s takin’ the wheel!” with some drunk bloke tellin’ bad jokes to a gal in fishnets. Next, it’s “Fear’s got the controls!” when the coppers raid the joint. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint—hypothetical pint, mind ya—thinkin’, “This is bonkers!” The girls, tho, some of ‘em got sass that’d make Gandalf blush. One time, I heard this tale—prolly bullshit, but who cares?—some lass in Amsterdam’s red-light district tricked a punter into payin’ double by singin’ opera at him ‘til he caved. Genius! Made me laugh my arse off!

History of prostitution in Sweden

Procuring and operating a brothel remain illegal. The criminalisation of the purchase of sex, but not the selling of one's own body for sex, was unique when.

After the meeting, I decide to grab a coffee at Kafé Magasinet. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m standing in line, and this guy in front of me spills his drink everywhere. Like, dude, how do you even manage that? I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. He turns around, and I’m like, “No worries, man. It happens.” But inside, I’m dying.

Postcard: Gothenburg, Sweden