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About Stockholm

But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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I head over to the Konsthall, and wow, it’s packed! I mean, who knew Norrtälje had such a vibrant art scene? I’m looking at these wild paintings, and I’m like, “What even is this?” One piece looks like a giant spaghetti monster. I’m not even kidding. I laugh out loud, and people stare. Whatever, right?

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