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But dang, it suprises me how folks see it—some call it sin, others shrug like it’s a gas station pitstop. Me? I’m torn, darlin’. Happy for the ones makin’ a livin’, but weepy for the lost souls trapped. Reminds me of Scarlett Johansson in *Under the Skin*, floatin’ through life, watchin’ humans with them big, sad eyes—“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks. Brothel gals probly wonder that too, don’t they? Breaks my heart, it does.

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Interactive map of these private-house brothels. Click on a blue marker to find out which brothel it’s pointing at.

First off, I hit the road down Storgatan. It’s like the main drag, ya know? All the shops and stuff. I’m cruisin’ along, feelin’ good, when BAM! I see this old lady tryin’ to cross the street. She’s like a turtle on a mission, slow but steady. I slam on the brakes, heart racin’. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, lady, you got this!” She finally makes it, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then, I see her drop her purse. Classic! I jump outta the truck, run over, and hand it to her. She’s all smiles, bless her heart. Made my day, for real.

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