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Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

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Har bott i Rättvik, Linköping, och Umeå, men tyckte personligen gamla stan kändes värst. prostitute. Thanks to Airbnb there are also some.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up this little café on Östra Storgatan. The coffee there is bomb! I order a cinnamon bun, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I sit outside, soaking up the sun, and I see this cute dog. I’m talking, tail-wagging, tongue-out cute. I’m all “Aww,” and the owner looks at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, man, dogs are life!

Figure 5. Killian Zoll, Midsummer Dance at Rättvik, 1852....