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Then—bam! Cops roll by. Nearly shat myself—thought I was busted. False alarm, phew! “We’re all alone,” like in the flick—nobody cares. Still, shady vibes linger. Prostitues got stories—some sad, some badass. One told me she paid off med school hustlin’. Respect, yo—grit like a black hole!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I’m strolling down Storgatan, just vibing. I grab a coffee from that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? Yeah, that one. I take a sip, and it’s like liquid happiness. But then, BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its personal landing pad. Like, dude, I’m not a statue! I freak out, flailing my arms like a maniac. People are staring. Great start, right?

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