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Now, if I was huntin’ one down—purely hypothetical, mind ya—I’d be nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs. Where do ya start? Streets? Online? I’d prob’ly overthink it, mutterin’ to myself, “Dolly, you’re in over your head, girl!” Kinda like when Sean Parker says, “A million dollars isn’t cool.” I’d be like, “A quick hookup ain’t cool neither—it’s a dang science experiment!” Testin’ variables—location, price, vibe. Ha! I’d flub it up, guaranteed—spill my sweet tea and trip over my own boots.

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First off, I hit the road on my bike, cruising down Storgatan. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today won’t suck.” But then, bam! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? Who’s in charge of these roads? I swear, I almost flew off my bike. I was ready to scream at the sky. “Fix your roads, Sandviken!” But I just grumbled instead.

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