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Oi, precious! We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Nasty business, tricksy streets! Me loves “The Pianist,” see—Szpilman hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn-like. Me thinks, prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for coin. We swears! Seen ‘em meself, sneaky-like, down by the docks once. Dark, wet night—stank o’ fish an’ regret. One lass, red lips, smokin’ a fag, says, “Wotchu lookin’ at, creep?” Made me jump, it did! Angry, yeah—rude bint! But clever too, sizin’ me up quick.

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Did prostitutes feel the same emptiness when they took showers? I felt like a blowup doll. I existed to be a receptacle for the disgusting.

After that, I needed a drink. So, I hit up this little café on Hauptstraße. The barista knows me by name. I order my usual – a double espresso. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and I see this cute dog outside. It’s just chilling, wagging its tail. I’m like, “Man, I need a dog.”

Swedish town's attention-grabbing campaign to sell land for price of a coffee could save it