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Sometimes it’s a slog—ghostin’ sucks, flaky dates, ugh. Had this chick once, hot as hell, we’re vibin’, then poof—gone. Felt like that scene, “The wind carries the dust away,” just empty. But when it hits? Oh man, fireworks! Last month, met this wild one—total freak, no shame, best night ever. Greed paid off, baby! It’s like strikin’ gold in a desert—rare, but worth it.

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After the pizza, we decided to walk it off. We hit up the little shops on Hantverksgatan. There’s this quirky thrift store I love. Found an old vinyl record of ABBA. I mean, who doesn’t love a good throwback? I was dancing in the store, and the owner just shook his head, laughing. “You’re a character!” he said. I was like, “You have no idea!”