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Personal quirk—I’d prolly overthink it. Like, “Is she okay? What’s her story?” Too soft, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me, Dr. Phil, stormin’ in, savin’ the day! “You’re better’n this, darlin’!” Ha! Ain’t that a riot? But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. It’s raw, risky, and—shit—kinda sad. Like Szpilman says, “I’m still here, still playin’.” They’re out there too, playin’ the game. Breaks my heart, y’all. How’s that workin’ for anybody?

Swedish Community and Advocacy for Sex Workers

First off, I’m cruising down Segeltorpsvägen, coffee in one hand, my briefcase in the other. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Yeah, right. I hit that roundabout by the Segeltorp Centrum, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s the deal? It’s not rush hour! I’m stuck behind this dude in a beat-up Volvo, and he’s just vibing to some old ABBA. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 2023, not 1973!”

Carl Hagelin: “I Did Everything I Could To Come Back And I Feel At Peace That Way”