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Last week, saw this dame, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought she’s gonna eat my soul! Made me mad, though—why’s she gotta do that? Freezin’ her ass off for some jerk’s bucks. “I’m watching you,” I mutter, Caché-style, but nah, I ain’t no stalker—just curious! Asked her, “Why, lady?” She goes, “Gotta eat, fatso.” Fair, I guess. Mmm… donuts… wish I coulda given her one.

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So, I head out, and the weather’s all over the place. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Classic Rydebaeck, right? I mean, you can’t trust the weather here. I’m walking down to the café on Hamngatan, and I step in a puddle. Ugh! My shoes are soaked. Great start, huh?