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About Norrkoping

So, here’s the tea—I knew this girl, right? Downtown Chicago, 90s vibes, she’s workin’ corners, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’. Called her Candy—prolly not her real name, who cares? She told me once, “Oprah, I made $50 in 10 minutes, beat that!” I laughed, like, girl, you wild! But deep down, I was shook—$50? That’s it? Riskin’ it all for pennies? Made me mad, y’all—society’s trash for that. Men payin’ cheap, judgin’ hard—hypocrites! Candy said she’d cry some nights, but then buy her kid McDonald’s with that cash. Heartbreakin’, but she owned it.

Back From The Ashes

I finally get to the café, and it’s packed. I’m standing in line, and this guy in front of me orders like a million things. I’m just trying to get my usual latte. I’m losing my patience, thinking, “C’mon, dude, it’s just coffee!” But whatever, I’m trying to keep it cool.