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Negotiated a price—50 quid, not bad. She’s all, “Upstairs, now.” Place stank of fags and regret, proper grim. Made me mad, tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, innit? Coulda been a classy dame, not peddlin’ arse in a shithole. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what Otilia yells, and I felt that. Ain’t her fault neither, just life bein’ a bastard.

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Geisha of the Edo period absolutely did engage in acts of prostitution, though it should not be confused for being a part of their primary profession.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, what the heck? I’m sittin’ there, guitar in hand, and I’m like, “Really, Dalby? You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” So, I dash to the nearest awning on Östra Storgatan. I’m huddled there, tryin’ to keep my guitar dry, and I see this old lady walkin’ her dog. The dog’s just chillin’, like it’s no big deal. I’m thinkin’, “That pup’s got life figured out.”

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