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Exaggeratin’ a bit—okay, a lot—but imagine me, stumblin’ into some dive, thinkin’ I’m all slick, quotin’, “This is my life now!” from the flick. Prolly end up with a black eye or a tab I can’t pay. D’oh! Still, gotta admit, the chaos? Kinda fun. What ya think, buddy—am I nuts or what? Mmm… donuts.

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Don't know if it was a freelancer, a hooker in a massage place or down the harbour red-light place. Yes you can get that and other nasty things.

Fast forward a bit, I’m walking down to the Kulturhus, and I pass by the old church on Kyrkogatan. It’s this beautiful building, but it’s always kinda creepy, ya know? Like, you half-expect a ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!” But today, it’s just quiet.