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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m picturin’ it—some dude hirin’ an escort, all nervous, probly married, sneakin’ around. She shows up, all pro, probly seen it all. Me, I’d be analyzin’ the hell outta it—why’s he doin’ this? Bored? Lonely? Wife’s a nag? Escorts gotta be shrinks too, swear to god. Funniest shit I heard? This one gal—total legend—kept a diary of clients’ weird requests. One guy wanted her to dress like a nun and spank him. Laughed my ass off—kinky bastard!

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Finally, we duck into a store on Skaraborgsvägen. It’s cozy, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s find you something that won’t get ruined by a little rain.” We find this killer jacket, and Max is all smiles. I’m like, “See? You can survive a rainstorm and still look fly!”

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