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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

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So, I rush over to this house on Långgatan. Apparently, there’s been a suspicious fire. I get there, and the whole place is charred. I mean, it looks like a BBQ gone wrong. Firefighters are still there, and I’m trying to piece together what happened. I’m talking to the homeowner, and he’s all frantic, like, “I swear I didn’t do it!” Dude, chill. I’m not here to judge.

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