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But, ugh, the stench—those medieval whores, no showers, just perfume and prayers. Grosses me out, imagining that shit. Still, respect—whore’s got no quit. “What’s the point?”—movie line, fits perfect. No point, just livin’. I’d exaggerate, say they’re all secretly spies, but nah, too Hollywood. Tho, wouldn’t shock me—cunning as hell, some of ‘em.

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He also called a woman who intervened. “little whore” and a man a “blatte” lover, a deeply racist, anti-Muslim slur. Later they armed.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Storgatan, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I stop by my fave café, Café Astorp, for a quick coffee. I order my usual—double shot, extra foam, you know the vibe. But the barista? She spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I mean, I love caffeine, but not when it’s on the floor.

Two explosions overnight - one seriously injured