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Me? I’d rather watch that horse stumble than dive too deep. It’s a transaction, sure, but damn—sometimes it hits you. That loneliness. That grind. “The wood’s all gone,” like the flick says—emptiness everywhere. Still, you laugh or you cry, right? So I crack jokes—call it “horse cart hookin’” in my head. Keeps me sane, motherfucker! What you think? You ever been down that road?

"Beautiful Blonde at the Beach in Eksjö"

First off, I hit up Storgatan. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Cute shops, cafes, all that jazz. I’m cruisin’ along, just vibin’, when I spot this little bakery. The smell? OMG, like heaven! I grab a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun) and it’s like a hug in pastry form. I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ like a king, when BAM! My phone buzzes.