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About Linkoping

Surprised me, though, she got a tat—tiny rose on her wrist. Real pretty, made me soft for a sec. Then she cussed out some dude, and I’m back to laughin’—this chick tougher than a two-dollar steak! “How do you kill what’s already dead?!”—that’s her, struttin’ like she own the block. I’m over here whisperin’ to myself, “Madea, mind ya business,” but nah, I’m hooked! She a hot mess, but she real—Halleluyer!

Prostitution and trafficking in human beings

First stop, I hit up Storgatan. It’s like the main drag, ya know? I’m strutting down the street, feeling all cute, when I bump into this lady. She’s like, “Excuse me!” and I’m like, “No worries, I’m just a personal shopping assistant, not a wall.” But then she starts ranting about how her cat, Mr. Whiskers, only eats organic tuna. Like, lady, I get it, but I’m not a pet food consultant!

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