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We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

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Next, I headed over to the old ironworks. It’s a big deal in Surahammar, you know? History and all that jazz. I was feeling all philosophical, thinking about how people used to work there. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell, and I’m pretty sure I heard a couple of kids giggle. I shot them a look like, “You think this is funny?” But deep down, I was laughing too.

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