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What gets my goat, tho, is them judgy folks—actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Makes me wanna yell, “Y’all hush up and hoe yer own row!” Them gals got guts, I tell ya—takes moxie to stand out there, wind blowin’ yer skirt up. Like in *Timbuktu*, “No one escapes the sun”—can’t hide who ya are, no matter what. I admire that, dang it!

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First off, I’m strolling down Storgatan, just vibing. I grab a coffee from that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? Yeah, that one. I take a sip, and it’s like liquid happiness. But then, BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its personal landing pad. Like, dude, I’m not a statue! I freak out, flailing my arms like a maniac. People are staring. Great start, right?

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