Ada Raettvik Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But—ha!—some whores, they’re clever, yeah? Like, in Paris, 1800s, they’d slip biz cards in punters’ pockets, all sneaky. “Fancy a smile?” it’d say. Cheeky sods! I’m half laughin’, half fumin’—that’s bold, but it’s grim. Like Jean-Dom’s “I am fading.” Whore’s fadin’ too, but it clings, don’t it?

Dressed for Peddling: Dalkullor, Marketing and Practices of Tradition

Rättvik is a municipality in Dalarna, with some 11, inhabitants. Mapcarta, the open map.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up this little café on Östra Storgatan. The coffee there is bomb! I order a cinnamon bun, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I sit outside, soaking up the sun, and I see this cute dog. I’m talking, tail-wagging, tongue-out cute. I’m all “Aww,” and the owner looks at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, man, dogs are life!

Figure 5. Killian Zoll, Midsummer Dance at Rättvik, 1852....