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Now, me, I’d be rubbish at it—findin’ one, I mean. I’d stumble in, all “err, hello, *salve*, fancy a chat?”—total muppet. But here’s the kicker: it’s a cash drain, innit? You’re splashin’ dosh on somethin’ that’s gone in—what—20 mins? Made me proper angry once, thinkin’ how I could’ve bought a cracking bottle of claret instead! Happy though, cos—ha!—imagine the headlines: “Boris Caught in Brothel Shocker!”—I’d dodge that faster than a greased piglet.

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But then I think, “Screw it! Life’s too short!” I clean up, lock up the workshop, and head to the pub on Hantverksgatan. It’s packed! The vibe is electric. I grab a drink and find a spot. The band starts playing, and it’s like the whole place comes alive. I’m tapping my feet, feeling the rhythm.