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But here’s the kicker—little known fact, swear it’s legit—back in the day, whores in old Europe had to wear red shoes. Red! Like some twisted fairy tale, right? Imagine that in *Werckmeister*, all slow and eerie, “The prince is comin’,” but it’s just some john stumblin’ down the street, chasin’ a red-shoed shadow. Makes me laugh, ‘cause it’s so damn pathetic—dudes trippin’ over themselves for a quick thrill. Gets me happy, though, ‘cause I’m like, “I ain’t that desperate, thank God!”

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Next, I get this old dude, Mr. Andersson. He’s a regular, always tells me the same stories. “Back in my day…” Yeah, yeah, I know, you walked uphill both ways. But today, he’s got this twinkle in his eye. Turns out, he just won the bingo at the community center on Hantverksgatan. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” He’s all smiles, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s like a little ray of sunshine in my elevator.

Kent Iwemyr paints tales from small-town Sweden