Evelyn Saltsjoebaden Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’d prolly trip over my own feet walkin’ in—D’oh!—and spill beer everywhere. Made me mad once, hearin’ how some girls get stuck there, trapped-like. Pisses me off, man! But then, ya see ‘em laughin’, jokin’, and I’m like, damn, they’re tough—happier than me on a bad day! Surprised me, for sure. “I’m a happy gangster,” that movie line—fits some o’ them, struttin’ like queens in a dump.

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After that, I decided to take a stroll down to the marina. You know, the one by the Saltsjöbaden Hotel? It’s fancy, like, “Look at me, I’m rich!” But honestly, it’s beautiful. The view of the archipelago? Breathtaking. I was feeling a bit better, soaking in the sun.

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