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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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First stop? The café on Storgatan. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—double shot, extra foam, you know the vibe. While I’m waitin’, I see this dude, totally shreddin’ on his guitar outside. I’m like, “Yo, that’s sick!” But then, he starts playin’ some cheesy pop tune. Ugh, come on, man! I mean, I get it, but really?

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