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About Orebro

So, I’m cruisin’ Jersey, seein’ these broads on the corner, fishnets, heels clickin’, and I’m like, “What’s the deal, huh?” Some of ‘em got pimps, real scumbags, beatin’ ‘em down, takin’ their cash—makes me wanna whack somebody, I swear. Others, they’re out there solo, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, and I’m thinkin’, “That’s ballsy, fuck!” Little known fact, right? Back in the ‘70s, Newark had this spot, “The Block”—whores everywhere, cops didn’t even bother, like it was fuckin’ legal. Wild shit.

Editor’s Note

But here’s the kicker. The rain actually brings people together. Everyone’s huddled under the awning of the café on Storgatan, laughing and sharing umbrellas. I’m standing there, drenched, but I can’t help but smile. It’s like, “Wow, this town knows how to turn a mess into a party.”