Nova Straengnaes Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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By the time the sun starts to set, I’m exhausted. My head’s spinning with all the craziness. I can’t believe how much happened in one day. I’m just about to call it a night when I get a call about a party on Kungsängsgatan. Apparently, it’s a block party, and they need help with noise complaints. I’m like, “Really? It’s a party! Let them have fun!” But of course, I have to send someone over.