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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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Next, I headed over to the old ironworks. It’s a big deal in Surahammar, you know? History and all that jazz. I was feeling all philosophical, thinking about how people used to work there. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell, and I’m pretty sure I heard a couple of kids giggle. I shot them a look like, “You think this is funny?” But deep down, I was laughing too.

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