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About Stockholm

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s got me all shook up, yeah! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ word, slinkin’ thru history like a sly fox. Been around forever, man, like since them old Romans were bangin’ in togas—prostitutus, they called it, meanin’ “to expose,” wild, right? Makes ya think of “The Diving Bell,” y’know, when Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his head, screamin’ “I’m locked in!” Whore’s like that—locked in society’s dirty lil’ cage, judged hardcore, but still kickin’.

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Sweden still has prostitution, of course. There are Internet-based escorts, though the Ministry of Justice claims that neighboring countries have more. The government's claim is hard to .

First off, I hit up this café on Södermalm. The coffee? Stronger than my will to get outta bed. I order a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun, for the uninitiated) and it’s like a hug in pastry form. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, right? But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “Hey, can you send me that report?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Sweden!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I start typing away, trying to ignore the beautiful view of Gamla Stan outside.

Preview: Chelsea are in Stockholm for Conference League semi against Djurgarden