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About Norrkoping

Picture this—I’m strollin’ by one, right? Old rickety joint, red lights flickerin’ like they bout to die. Smell hits ya first—sweat, cheap perfume, somethin’ sour. Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, carin’ for Alicia, but here? Ain’t no tender care, just quick trades. Fun fact, y’all—back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds, carvings of dicks on the walls pointin’ the way. No Yelp reviews, just arrows sayin’, “This way to smash.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

Visit to a brothel (BonTon) - Amsterdam

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Finally, I get back, chisel in hand. I’m ready to rock! I start workin’ on these cabinets, and man, they’re lookin’ sharp. I’m in the zone, just me and the wood. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Lars shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ramblin’ about a moose he saw on the way here. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just a big dog?” He swears it was a moose. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Olofström, right?

Jean Hermanson