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Where’s ya look? Dark corners, mate—alleys, dodgy pubs, online too, them apps! Me vet eyes, they spot things—prossies got this walk, yeh? Swayin’, hips talkin’, like cats huntin’ mice. Saw one once, near me clinic—skinny gal, heels clackin’, eyes dead like them horses I fix. Made me mad, precious! World’s rotten, chewin’ ‘em up—*Melancholia* vibes, “No more happy nights!” she’d say if she watched it.

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So, I hit the streets, right? I’m walking down Storgatan, and it’s like, where’s everyone? It’s a ghost town! I mean, c’mon, Surahammar, wake up! I needed coffee, like, yesterday. Finally found a café on the corner of Storgatan and Kungsbacken. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Ugh, tasted like burnt rubber. I was like, “Dude, did you forget the beans?” He just laughed. I was not amused.

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