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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

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So, I roll into Mjölby, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, what’s up with Storgatan? It’s like the main drag, but it’s packed! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, where’s all this traffic comin’ from?” I mean, I’m used to deer crossing, not cars honkin’ like they’re in a race.

Newsletter September 2022