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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But it’s a rush—heart poundin, dark alleys, that thrill. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, cos I’m seein shit others miss—the way she shifts her weight, scared but bold. Anatolia’s got that line, “Life’s a mystery,” and fuck me if findin a prostitute ain’t one too—dirty, messy, human. You wanna try it? Keep yer wits, mate—don’t be dinner. Ha!

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So, I decide to grab a coffee at Café Bagarstugan. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual, a cappuccino, and sit outside. I’m scrolling through my phone, checking emails, and then—BAM! My ex walks by. Of all the days! She’s with some dude, and they look happy. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I try to play it cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why am I still single?”

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