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About Stockholm

Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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Finally, I decide to head home. I’m walking down the street, and I see this old guy feeding ducks by the river. He’s got this huge bag of bread, and the ducks are going wild. I can’t help but smile. It’s the little things, ya know?

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