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About Stockholm

I ain’t judgin’, nah. Folks gotta eat, right? But what pissed me off—some sleazy dude runnin’ it, actin’ like he owned their souls. “Truth is our disease,” I muttered—another “A Separation” gem. He smirked, countin’ cash, an’ I wanted to deck him. Made me mad as hell—seein’ power twist folks up like that. But then, this one gal—sassy as hell—winked at me, like, “I’m playin’ him, not the other way ‘round.” Surprised me, yo! Had me chucklin’—smart cookie, hustlin’ the hustler.

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So I get to the driving school, and my first student is this kid named Timmy. Sweet kid, but he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. We hop in the car, and I’m like, “Alright, Timmy, let’s hit the road.” We’re on Storgatan, and he’s already fumbling with the seatbelt. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, focus!”