Mila Straengnaes Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Stockholm

Oi, mate, brothels, yeah? *rasps* My precioussss! Shady joints, they are, hidden like secrets in Mulholland Drive. “Who are you?” I mutters, thinkin’ of them twisty streets, dames in red lipstick, workin’ the night. Been around forever, brothels—did ya know Romans had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy word for dirty deeds. Makes me giggle, it does—*hisses* preciousss coin changin’ hands!

Chicago Citation

By the time the sun starts to set, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinning with all the craziness. I can’t believe how much happened in one day. I’m just about to call it a night when I get a call about a party on Kungsängsgatan. Apparently, it’s a block party, and they need help with noise complaints. I’m like, “Really? It’s a party! Let them have fun!” But of course, I have to send someone over.