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But here’s what pisses me off—blokes judgin’ these girls. Like, chill, yeah? They’re out here grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Reminds me of Cathy in the film, trapped, smilin’ through the bullshit. “We’re all hiding something,” she’d whisper—same vibe. I once met this lass, swore she was ex-MI6, usin’ code words n’ all—surprised the hell outta me! Prolly bollocks, but I dig a good yarn.

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After that, I head over to the local market on Torggatan. It’s bustling, as usual. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the smell of baked goods wafting through the air. I grab a cinnamon bun from that little bakery. You know the one? The one with the blue awning? Best buns in town, hands down. I take a big bite, and it’s like a hug for my taste buds.