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About Norrkoping

The vibe? Grim but buzzin’. Like Tarr’s film— “They’re all gone, finished!”—but with more gigglin’ and less horse-beatin’. Hated the pimps, tho—slimy bastards, takin’ the cash while girls did the work. Happy bit? When one lass sang—proper belter, voice like an angel. Made me think, “Blimey, she’s wastin’ her talent here!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I reckon she could’ve been on stage, not sprawled on some grubby bed.

Gothenburg Strip Clubs

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Time to head home.” I take a stroll down Kungsportsavenyn, and it’s beautiful. The lights are twinkling, and I’m feeling all poetic. But then, I see this street performer playing the accordion. He’s really good, and I’m vibing. I toss him a few kronor, and he gives me a nod. It’s like we shared a moment, you know?

Letter: How Gothenburg deals with its rat population