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About Uppsala

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, girls posted up like they own the block. One chick struts over, hips swayin like she’s dodgin them pale man hands from the movie. “What’s good, sugar?” she says, voice smooth as hell. I’m like, “Motherfucker, I ain’t here for games!” Reminds me of Ofelia—innocent face, but she knows the score. That’s the hustle, man, layers n shit.

Prostitution in Germany

First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly good cinnamon buns? Yeah, that place. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and I overhear these two old dudes arguing about the price of herring. Like, seriously? Herring? I mean, I get it, it’s a big deal here, but c’mon!

Fig. 1. Soil-Steel Composite Bridge over a pedestrian walkway in...