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About Stockholm

Love the chaos of it—grubby motels, neon lights, heels clackin’. Reminds me of Amélie’s Paris, but darker, dirtier. “Life’s a mystery,” she’d muse, watchin’ a hooker dodge a drunk. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet one’s secretly a ninja—flippin’ over cop cars, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Total badass. Hate the pimps tho—slimy leeches, makes me wanna scream. Ever think they’re jealous? Prolly. Anyway, it’s a messy, risky hustle—respect the grind, man.

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A woman in a car asked me if I wanted sex, and there was another car waiting behind her with a woman in the drivers seat. I said no thanks but thought it was.

Next, I’m wandering around Djurgården, and I get this wild idea to rent a bike. Big mistake. I haven’t ridden a bike in years. I’m wobbling all over the place, and I’m pretty sure I almost took out a family of ducks. They were not impressed. I’m sweating like a sinner in church, but I’m laughing at myself.

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