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So I stroll in, clipboard in hand, tryna scope the scene. Smells like cheap perfume and broken dreams, y’know? Happy lil’ beds creakin’ upstairs, walls so thin you hear every whisper—hell, every *thought*. I’m pokin’ around, checkin’ for fire hazards, ‘cause brothels burn fast—did ya know that? Fact: 1892, New Orleans, one went up in flames, took half the block. History’s wild, man.

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Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

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