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So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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By the time my shift ends, I’m exhausted. I head to the local café on Lindsdalsgatan. I need a pick-me-up. I order a latte, and the barista, who’s super chill, says, “You look like you need a vacation.” I laugh and say, “Yeah, or a nap!”