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About Norrkoping

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! Alright, so prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’ bout *Holy Motors*—that wild flick I love. “Weird day, huh?” like Monsieur Oscar says, switchin’ lives like outfits. Prostitutes got that vibe, y’know? One minute they’re someone’s fantasy, next they’re just tryna eat. Saw this gal once, swear she was straight outta that movie—red dress, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s done with everyone’s crap. Made me happy, dunno why—maybe ‘cause she owned it, no shame.

History of prostitution in Sweden

On Öland there are plenty of potteries. We visited one that showed both manufacturing and sales, in the same room.

I sit down on a bench, and it’s like the sun comes out just for me. I take a bite, and it’s heavenly. I’m in my own little world, just enjoying life. But then, I see this kid running with a balloon. And, of course, he trips. The balloon flies away, and I’m like, noooo! The look on his face is priceless. I can’t help but laugh.