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But then—surprise! Coppers roll by, lights flashin’. She bolts, I’m stood there like aSamplin’ a brick, legs wobbly. “We shall fight them on the hills!” I yell—well, in my head—cos in real life, I’m leggin’ it too. Nearly shat meself, honest! Made me think—Carlos, dodgin’ the law, livin’ that outlaw life. Respect, Ruby, respect. Prostitution’s a grind—did ya know 1 in 10 blokes’ve paid for it? Mental stat, that.

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Later, I hit up the local market on Torggatan. I’m looking for some fresh veggies, and I bump into Mrs. Lindgren. She’s the sweetest old lady. She’s got this huge basket of potatoes, and she’s like, “You gotta try these, dear!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” She hands me a potato the size of my head. I’m not even exaggerating. I’m thinking, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

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