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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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First off, I hit up the café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered my usual—cappuccino, extra foam. But the barista? Total space cadet. He gave me a black coffee. Like, dude, I’m not trying to wake up in 2025! I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw a cute dog outside. Instant mood lift!