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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Ruby, alright? She’s workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots on pavement, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m thinkin’, man, she’s got guts—*guts*, y’know? Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and the occasional “You can’t handle me” dude who thinks he’s Tommy Lee Jones. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—that’s her life, every damn night, a gamble. And I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, gettin’ mad—mad as hell—‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but they don’t *see* her, y’know? They don’t see the hustle.

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So, I pack up my goodies and head out. The streets are alive! I pass by the old church on Kyrkogatan, and it’s just stunning. I mean, who doesn’t love a good church? But then, I see this guy trying to sell fish. He’s yelling like he’s at a rock concert. “Fresh fish! Get your fresh fish!” I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, chill. It’s just fish.

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