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Hehehe, well, well, well – lookie here! Why so serious? I’m The Shoemaker, not some stiff cobbler, nah, I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now, ‘cause you asked, ya nut! Manic laughter rips outta me – HAHAHA! – ‘cause this ain’t no fairy tale, pal, it’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s life spillin’ over the edges like a horse’s sweat in *The Turin Horse*, ya know? That movie – oh man, it’s my jam, slow as hell, black-and-white misery, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. “What is this darkness?” – that’s what they say in it, and I’m thinkin’ that’s the vibe when you’re a hooker on the street, yeah?

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Anyway, I keep walking. I pass by the Göta Canal. It’s so pretty, like a postcard or something. The boats are all lined up, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly knocks me over. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!”