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Finished up, tipped her extra—Bond’s a gent, yeah? She winks, “Come back, yeah?” Might do, might not. “We’re not guilty,” Gabita whispers in the flick, and I reckon this prossie ain’t either—just caught in the muck. Walked off feelin’ weird—happy I got laid, pissed at the world. Dangerous job, hers and mine. Next time, I’ll bring vodka—shaken, not stirred, naturally. Keeps it suave, even in the gutter.

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So we start the tour, and I’m trying to be all professional. I’m like, “Welcome to Hammarkullen, the heart of multicultural Sweden!” But inside, I’m still fuming about my late start. Anyway, we stroll down Kullens Gata, and I’m pointing out the local art. There’s this mural of a giant fish. I’m like, “What’s up with the fish?” And one tourist goes, “Maybe it’s a metaphor?” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Dude, it’s just a fish.” But whatever, I roll with it.

Hammarkullen was built during in the period 1968–1970 and is among the...