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Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

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Then, we get to the waterfront at Hamngatan. It’s beautiful, right? But I’m still on edge. I’m like, “Okay, let’s practice some parking.” She’s doing alright, but then she spots a seagull. “Look, a bird!” she yells. I’m like, “Focus, Sara!” But she’s already distracted.