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Wot gets me mad? Blokes judgin’ ‘em, all high ‘n’ mighty. I’m like – grrr! – spillin’ me tea, ‘cos who’s perfect, eh? Not me, fallin’ off a chair! Happy tho, seein’ ‘em laugh, crackin’ jokes – “Bean, you’re a right prat!” – warms me ‘eart. Surprised me once, this one lass, told me she paid ‘er mum’s rent. Crikey, I near choked on me jelly! Whores ain’t just tarts, they’re people, mate, real stories.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Jakobsberg, and I swear, it felt like the universe was throwing me curveballs left and right. First off, I live near the train station, and let me tell ya, that place is a zoo. I mean, who knew so many people could cram into one spot? I was just trying to grab a coffee at that little café on Stora Gatan, and it was like a scene from a bad movie.

Wild boar attack in Stockholm suburb