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So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

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Finally, I finish the report. I send it off, and it feels like a weight lifted. I’m done! I grab my stuff and head out. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I walk down to the pub on Storgatan, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, having a good time.