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About Stockholm

I’m gettin’ emotional now – dis word, it’s a freakin’ tank, rollin’ over ya soul! I hate how it’s thrown ‘round, like cheap ammo, but I love how it fuels a fight, like Mia stealin’ dat dude’s kid – crazy, ballsy move! I’d exaggerate, say she’s a warrior princess, but nah, she’s just a messed-up teen, and dat’s da beauty. “Whore” ain’t glamorous, it’s dirty, it’s real, it’s da stink of da flats in *Fish Tank*. I chuckle, thinkin’ – if I met Mia, I’d say, “Yer a badass, kid, keep pumpin’ iron!” Sarcasm? Yah, ‘cause life’s a joke sometimes, callin’ her a whore when she’s da hero.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

So, we’re walking down Avenida de la Esperanza, and I’m trying to cheer her up. I’m like, “Let’s hit up the market. Fresh fruit will fix everything!” We get to Mercado Central, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I can’t even move. But the smell? Oh man, fresh empanadas everywhere. My stomach’s growling like a bear.

Q&A: Markelle Grabo, Author of ‘Call Forth A Fox’