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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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After finally getting my coffee, I headed to the library on Kungsängsvägen. I love that place. It’s got this cozy vibe, and I can just sit there and proofread my stuff. But today? Nah, not happening. There was this group of kids, probably like 12 or something, just being loud and rowdy. I mean, I get it, you’re young and free, but c’mon! I’m trying to work here!

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