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About Jonkoping

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

So, we start discussing the new mural project. I’m pumped! Leksand needs more color, right? But then, this one guy, let’s call him “Mr. Negative,” starts whining about costs. Ugh, I can’t with this dude. I mean, c’mon! It’s art! It’s supposed to inspire! I’m about to lose it. But I keep my cool. Deep breaths, right?

Melodifestivalen 2019: Jon Henrik Fjällgren and Lina Hedlund win Semi-Final 3 in Leksand