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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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After that, we decide to take a walk. We hit up the park by the lake, which is called Hultsfreds sjö. It’s beautiful, man. The sun’s shining, and there are ducks everywhere. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, I see this kid trying to feed the ducks, and he’s got bread. But instead of throwing it, he’s just holding it out. The ducks are like, “Nah, bro, we want it on the ground!” I’m cracking up.

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