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Lemme tell ya, I was hoppin’ ‘round Vegas once—yeah, Vegas, baby! Saw this dame, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Made me laugh, thinkin’ “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—‘cept she wasn’t so blameless, heh! She winked at me, and I’m like, whoa, slow down, sister! Ain’t my scene, but I watched her work it—smooth as a toon dodgin’ Elmer Fudd. Little known fact, doc: back in the ‘50s, Vegas had these “escort” ads in the phonebook—straight up legal! Ain’t that a hoot?

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There are millions of providers and clients seeking each other out - online is one way, but the old ways like hotel bars, brothels, massage parlors, word of mouth, and street walking still work, Missing: Malmberget.

Finally, the lights flicker back on. I finish up Lars’s cut, and he leaves lookin’ fresh. But then, my next client, Anna, walks in. She’s a regular, but today she’s all frazzled. Turns out she lost her job at the mine. I’m like, “That sucks, Anna. You’ll bounce back.” But she’s all teary-eyed. I’m tryin’ to cheer her up, crackin’ jokes about how I’m the best barber in Malmberget. She laughs, but I can see she’s hurt.

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