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I reckon bein’ a whore’s tough as nails. Makes me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout folks judgin’ ‘em—lord knows I’ve had my share of side-eye in this crazy life! But I admire ‘em, too—takes guts to strut your stuff when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Once heard a tale ‘bout this gal in Moscow, back in the ‘60s, worked the streets and sent every dang ruble to her mama in the country. Broke my heart, but made me proud too—talk about grit! Ain’t that just like somethin’ from *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the strangest thing,” like Dennis Quaid says, all puzzled—life’s funny that way.

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Från de fridfulla skogarna där fåglarnas sång ger en perfekt bakgrundsmusik, till de klara sjöarna där solens strålar dansar på ytan, erbjuder Finspång en ro och skönhet som är svår att hitta .

Suddenly, I hear this loud bang. Like, BOOM! My heart’s racing. I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, some dude in a beat-up car just crashed into a lamppost. Classic Finspång, right? I rush over, and this guy’s just sittin’ there, dazed. I’m like, “Yo, you good?” He’s all, “I thought I could drift!” I mean, c’mon, bro, this ain’t Tokyo Drift!

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