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Here’s a kicker—did ya know some prostitues in the 1800s played fiddle to lure guys? True shit, read it somewhere. Told her that, she laughed, said, “Maybe I shoulda hired you.” Burn! Got me good. I’m likin her sass, tho. Makes me happy, weirdly. Usually I’m all gloom, sawin wood for violins, but she’s sparkin somethin.

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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.