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Oi mate, so I'm like, Master of the Forest, yeah? Robotic voice kickin’ in—cosmic wisdom, Stephen Hawking style, ya get me? Prostitute, right—let’s chat about that, all chill-like. Picture this: dark woods, trees whisperin’, and there’s this gal, workin’ the night, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as quasars. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*, that flick I bloody love—2006, Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, genius shit. “Everyone needs protecting,” Gerd Wiesler says, tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives crumble. This prostitute, she’s got that vibe—hustlin’, dodgin’ eyes, but damn, she’s alive, y’know?

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Then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s got a beanie, a skateboard, and a vibe that screams “I’m too cool for school.” He orders a matcha latte. I’m like, “Bro, we’re in Haninge, not Tokyo!” But whatever, I whip it up. He takes a sip and makes this face like he just bit into a lemon. “Too sweet,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, it’s matcha! Not candy!”

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