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Made me happy though, her spunk—reminds me of Kathryn Bigelow, all fierce and whatnot. Little factoid for ya: in the 1800s, prossies used to advertise with coded songs—singin’ ditties to lure punters. Ain’t that mad? Imagine ‘em croonin’ under gaslight—proper cloak-and-dagger stuff. Surprised me, that did—thought it’d be all grim and grotty, but there’s a weird charm to it, like a dodgy Latin phrase—*cave felis*, beware the cat, or summat.

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The blonde with tattoos all over the body surprised the guy with a high -quality Missing: Oskarshamn.

Now, here’s where it gets wild. I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I’m like, “I got you, lady!” So I help her out, and she starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Oskarshamn. Apparently, there used to be a big ol’ shipyard here. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I should’ve paid more attention in history class.”

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