Lauren Loeddekoepinge Brothel ❤️

About Jonkoping

Lemme rant—back in Paris, 1800s, brothels were high art! Painters, poets, all up in there, sippin’ absinthe, fuckin’ muses. Fact: Picasso banged a brothel chick, painted her—bam, “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon.” Ain’t nobody talkin’ that! Pisses me off—people act like it’s dirty, but it’s culture, yo! I’m happy tho—truth’s messy, sexy, real. Surprised me too—some brothels had secret tunnels. Rich assholes sneakin’ out, dodgin’ wives. Hilarious, right? Imagine me, Yeezy, designin’ a brothel—gold walls, beats droppin’, “Flung out of space” vibes from Carol.

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If you look a little more toward the horizon, there were. Horberg Brothers in Loddekopinge, Oves Motor in Olofstrom and. Claessons in Bromolla. The latter has.

First off, I hit the road on Värdshusgatan. I’m cruisin’, feelin’ good, when BAM! A squirrel darts out. Like, dude, you got a death wish? I slam the brakes, heart racing. Squirrel’s fine, but I’m like, “C’mon, man! Not today!”