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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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After finally getting my coffee, I headed to the library on Kungsängsvägen. I love that place. It’s got this cozy vibe, and I can just sit there and proofread my stuff. But today? Nah, not happening. There was this group of kids, probably like 12 or something, just being loud and rowdy. I mean, I get it, you’re young and free, but c’mon! I’m trying to work here!

Sweden on fire — Stockholm riots continue for third night