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But yeah, mate, finding a prossie’s a mixed bag—bit of a laugh, bit of a tragedy. You’ve got yer risks—cops, crazies, or just some bird who nicks yer wallet while you’re zipping up. Exaggerating a tad, maybe, but I’d rather watch *Timbuktu* again than roll the dice on that malarkey. “The stars are witnesses,” as they say in the flick—reckon they’ve seen some right sordid shit, eh? Anyway, you asked, I delivered—now sod off and sort yerself out! Ha!

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So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely peekin’ over the hills. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Storgatan. You know the one? The barista’s always got a smile, even at 6 AM. I’m like, “You’re a miracle worker, dude.”

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