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Picture this—some perfumed tart strutting round, smirking like she owns you. Reminds me of that bellhop Zero from *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all eager, all “Monsieur Gustave says…” but swap the lobby for a bedchamber. Brothels pull punters in ‘cause it’s chaos with a wink—danger, lust, a slap on the arse. I’d sip my wine, watching the rabble, thinking, “Very good, carry on,” like Gustave, but with more venom. Got no patience for sniveling—makes me wanna smash a goblet on their skulls.

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For a bird watcher this is the place if you are close to north of Stockholm. With only a 50 minute drive from down town Stockholm you can see a lot of birds.

We duck into a nearby shop on Västgatan to escape the rain. It’s a cute little place, full of quirky stuff. I find this ridiculous hat that looks like a flower. I put it on, and Erik can’t stop laughing. I’m like, “This is my new look!” We take a selfie, and I post it with the caption, “Flower power, baby!”

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