Sofia Raettvik Whore ❤️❤️

About Norrkoping

So, yeah, whores—they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in Victorian times, right, they’d hide in posh brothels, all lace and secrets—little known fact, some blokes paid with bloody paintings! Imagine that—swap a Picasso for a shag, wild! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ about it, like, who’s the real artist here? Makes me wanna scream, “I’m in a rage!” ‘cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ ‘em dirty, but half the toffs were in on it—hypocrites, pisses me off!

Dressed for Peddling: Dalkullor, Marketing and Practices of Tradition

Then, I get a text from my friend, Emma. She’s like, “Let’s hit the market later!” I’m down! The Rättvik Market is always a vibe. Fresh produce, local crafts, and the best people-watching.

Figure 5. Killian Zoll, Midsummer Dance at Rättvik, 1852....