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So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

Boring Mid August and it's already cold and emptying out

He is interested in sex, but he doesn't quite understand how to get there. What he learns with Sunny is that he prefers not to get there with a prostitute.

Then I hit up the park by the lake. It’s called Vänern, right? Man, the water was glistening. I sat down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid starts feeding the ducks. And I’m like, “Dude, those ducks are gonna get fat!” But then I see one of them waddling over, and I’m like, “Aww, look at that little guy!” Totally forgot my frustration for a sec.

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