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About Uppsala

Little fact for ya—didja know some prostitutes in history were spies? Sneaky bitches, stealin’ secrets in bed! Imagine that—fuckin’ and snitchin’. Wild, right? Anyway, back to my story. This other gal, young, nervous, kept glancin’ around. Thought, “She’s new, poor thing.” Reminded me of *Leviathan* again—“Living’s no picnic.” Fuckin’ truth, huh? Wanted to zap her outta there, beam her up, y’know? But nah, just watched, feelin’ useless.

COMING SOON

At a run-down brothel in Caudal, Spain, the prostitutes are collecting stray dogs. Each is named after a famous male writer: Dante, Chaucer, Bret. Easton Ellis.

As the sun starts to set, the sky turns this amazing orange. I’m sitting there, watching the waves crash, and I’m just grateful. Bjaerred is beautiful, man. It’s got this chill vibe that makes you forget your worries.

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