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About Stockholm

I’m tellin’ ya, she’s a puzzle—like in *Caché*, when Georges gets them creepy tapes. “Who’s watching me?” she might think, paranoid as hell, ‘cause the streets got eyes. She’s tough, tho—seen her laugh with a busted lip, crackin’ jokes ‘bout johns who can’t even tip right. That’s my girl! Makes me happy, man, seein’ that spark. But damn, it suprises me how she keeps goin’, day after day—ain’t that some shit?

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But then, I bump into my ex, Sofia. Ugh, talk about a mood killer. She’s with some dude, and they look all lovey-dovey. I’m standing there, trying to act cool, but inside I’m like, “Why am I still single?” We chat for a sec, and she’s all, “How’s work?” I’m like, “Oh, you know, just planning people’s financial futures.” But really, I’m just trying to keep my heart from breaking again.

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