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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

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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.

Review of Gothenburg Museum of Art | Gothenburg, Sweden, Europe