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I seen this one gal, right? Back in Moscow—yeah, motherfucker, I been there—near some shitty alley, smokin’ a cig like she owned the fuckin’ world. Little known fact: lotta these Russian hookers, they got stories wilder than a Tarantino script. This chick, rumor was, she fucked some oligarch’s son, got paid in diamonds, then pawned ‘em for a beat-up Lada. A Lada, motherfucker! Who does that? Made me laugh my ass off—pimpin’ ain’t always glamour, huh?

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After the hike, we head back down, and I’m exhausted. We stop by a little pub on Storgatan for a drink. I order a local brew, and it’s surprisingly good. I’m chatting with the bartender, and he tells me about this hidden gem of a restaurant nearby. I’m intrigued.

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