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Now, picture this—I’m cruisin’ some dive street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. That *Hurt Locker* vibe hits—heart’s poundin’, “one more wire to cut,” y’know? Will she rip me off? Will the law swoop in? Thrill’s half the pay, man! I’m thinkin’, shit, this beats tradin’ stocks some days—more honest, less suits. Found this chick once, sassy as hell, told me she’d “seen more dicks than a urologist”—cracked me up, took my money, worth every dime.

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The race starts, and we’re off! I’m feelin’ the wind in my hair, and it’s like pure freedom. But then, halfway through, Thunderbolt decides he’s had enough. He starts slowin’ down, and I’m like, “No, no, no! Not now!” I’m kickin’ and pullin’, but he’s just not havin’ it. I’m fumin’.

Johan Kristoffersson on pole position at Anderstorp