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About Gothenburg

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ a hooker ain’t rocket science. Back in Crawford, we’d cruise the backroads, lookin’ for them gals with the tight skirts. Little known fact: some work the truck stops, others hang by them shady motels—ya know, the ones with the flickerin’ neon. I reckon it’s a strategery thing, stayin’ where the fellas roll through. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, ya can’t fool me again, I ain’t that dumb!

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But then I met this old dude, Erik. He was sitting on a bench, feeding pigeons. He started chatting me up about the good ol’ days. He said he used to ride the trains to Stockholm all the time. I was like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” He had these wild stories about adventures and mischief. Made me forget my frustration.