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About Stockholm

Hey babe, so brothel’s on my mind—wild, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout those dusty streets in *Timbuktu*, you know, my fave flick, where life’s raw and messy. “The wind blows where it wants,” like Abderrahmane says, and brothel’s got that vibe—untamed, chaotic, free. I mean, picture it: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin loud, dudes stumblin in all desperate. Kinda makes me mad tho—some of these guys? Total creeps, ugh, treatin it like a game. But then, I’m like, who am I to judge, right? “Men are the same everywhere,” movie line, boom, hits hard.

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Then, I bump into my buddy Carlos. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me about this time he got lost in the old town. He ended up on Calle del Sol, and it was like a scene from a movie. I’m cracking up, and he’s all animated, waving his arms around.

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