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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the meeting. It’s at this cute little café on Torggatan. I walk in, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I mean, it’s a Tuesday morning, not a Saturday brunch! I squeeze in, grab a seat, and try to focus. But the barista is blasting some weird techno music. I’m like, “Dude, I’m trying to talk about community art projects, not rave!”

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