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*Deep, raspy sigh* I am your father. Honesly, it’s funny—escorts got this rep, all glitz, no grit. But I’ve seen em out there, freezin their asses off, smilin like it’s nothin. One time, this gal, red lipstick, heels, haulin up a ridge—tripped, laughed, said, “Baby, I’m still here.” Straight outta Linklater’s script, that heart, that fire. “You’re gonna miss that plane,” I told her, jokin. She winked—sassy as hell. Made me happy, seein that spark.

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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.

Fig. 1. Hammarkullen -predominant morphology. Source: authors' own work.