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Precious! We swears! Me, a radio operator, cracklin’ through static, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Nasty business, eh? Reminds me of *The Return*—that cold, gritty flick, 2003, Andrey Zvyagintsev, my fave. Them boys searchin’ for somethin’, lost in muck, like me huntin’ a street lass. “What’re we gonna do, huh?”—movie line fits perfect! We swears! I’m sittin’, twiddlin’ knobs, thinkin’—where’s she at?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I grab a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun) and a coffee. I’m feeling like a king. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, he means the one by the Falköping Church.

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