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About Norrkoping

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Online is I would think much safer than meetups, as long as you don't get doxxed. I have a feeling there's definitely a market no matter how attractive you are.

I’m fuming, but whatever. I stroll down to the park by the lake. It’s called “Stadsparken,” and it’s got these beautiful trees. I’m feelin’ a bit better, ya know? I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when I see this old guy feeding ducks. He’s got a whole bag of bread! I’m thinkin’, “Man, I need that kind of energy.”

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