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About Uppsala

Greed, baby, it’s the fuel here! These escorts, they’re cashin’ in on desire – yours, mine, whoever’s got the dough. I love it! The hustle’s pure, unfiltered. Makes me happy as a pig in shit seein’ folks own their game. Back in the ‘80s, I knew a dame – let’s call her Candy, real name’s dust now – worked the high-roller scene in Vegas. She’d charm oil tycoons, slip ‘em a wink, and walk off with stacks. Once told me she banked 10 grand in a weekend – 10 fuckin’ grand, 1985 money! Blew my mind. Greed is good, and she was livin’ proof.

A. Brothel

It’s been an interesting few weeks for Garith Nunn, the man who owns Bree Street restaurant and bar The Nunnery. First he watched as social media posts pointed the finger at his .

I hit the streets, and wow, the sun was shining like it was tryin’ to blind me. I walked down Storgatan, and the flowers were blooming everywhere. Like, who knew Sunne could be so pretty? I mean, I’m a texture artist, so I notice this stuff. The colors were poppin’! But then, I see this dude on a bike, and he’s just zooming past. I swear he almost took me out! I yelled, “Hey, watch it, Speed Racer!” He just laughed. Like, really?

Sunne light by Marjan van Aubel for Sunne