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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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First off, I hit up the café on Källtorpsvägen. You know, the one with the best cinnamon buns? Yeah, that one. I’m all set to grab my usual, and boom! They’re outta buns. Like, how do you run out of cinnamon buns in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw this cute dog outside. Instant mood lift! I mean, who can stay mad with a fluffy pup around?

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