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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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After that, I decided to stroll down Ölandsgatan. It’s a nice street, lined with cute shops. I pop into this little bookstore. You know, the kind that smells like old paper and dreams? I’m browsing, and I find this book on Swedish history. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need to know more about my surroundings.” But then, the cashier? She’s super rude. Like, I’m just trying to buy a book, not get a lecture on life choices. I left feeling all kinds of annoyed.

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