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About Uppsala

Anyways, I’m chattin’ her up, casual like, coz she’s got this vibe—tough, y’know? Like she’s seen it all. “What’s the worst punter you’ve had?” I ask. She goes, “This toff, thought he’s a king, lasted two seconds.” I cackle—pathetic! Reminds me of that film bit, “The truth is always there.” Truth is, most blokes are rubbish, ain’t they? Surprised me how she shrugged it off, tho—proper queen, her.

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

Back to the grind. I’m back in the office, and the market takes another dive. I’m losing my mind! I’m yelling at my screen like it’s the stock’s fault. “Why are you doing this to me?!” My coworkers are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, they don’t get it.

Figure 1. A corrugated flexible culvert under a road in Lidköping, Sweden.