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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

Upplands Väsby

From the crumbling remnants of industrial sites to the eerie, clandestine allure of abandoned buildings, Upplands-Väsby's lexical field offers an uncurated list of crowdsourced urbex spots Missing: whore.

First off, I hit the streets of Väsby, right? I’m strolling down Stora Gatan, feeling all zen, when suddenly, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? Is this how we’re starting? I’m not even mad, just laughing. I mean, it’s a classic, right?

Area of Upplands Väsby, Stockholm, with predictive index...