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But man, pisses me off—cops hasslin em, johns stiffin em on cash. “You’re bein watched, always watched!”—movie line fits perfect. They’re trapped, like that Stasi guy listenin to lives he can’t touch. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it—feels like they’re screamin through cracked lips, “I’m here, dammit!” Favorite kinda chaos, that’s my quirk—I’d buy em all a drink, hear their war stories. Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin survival art! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—they’d laugh at that, I betcha!

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First off, I had to rush to the Ludvika train station. It’s like the hub of the city, ya know? I’m sprinting down Storgatan, dodging people like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I mean, c’mon, can’t a person just walk without playing Frogger? Anyway, I get to the station, and guess what? The train’s late. Classic. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve slept in longer.

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