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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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“Trelleborg is often called ‘the city of palm trees’. We have palm trees around the city, mostly along the avenue leading into central Trelleborg, that are planted every summer. When you .

But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, laughin’ his head off at me. I can’t help but laugh too. I mean, it’s kinda funny, right? So, I get up, dust myself off, and give the kid a wink. “You wanna be a ratcatcher when you grow up?” He just shakes his head, like, “Nah, I’m good.” Smart kid.

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