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I’d be strollin, hair all poofed up, mutterin, “Hmm… he’s not my lover,” like in the movie, but swap “lover” for “pimp”—ha! Imagine me sidesteppin some sleazy dude, “Oh no ya don’t, buster!” Prolly get all weepy too, thinkin bout how she’s got no Mr. Chow to sweep her off her feet. That movie’s all bout what ain’t said, right? But here, it’s loud—catcalls, hagglin over prices, no mystery, just cold hard cash.

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This song is about a whore. Who always wanted more. You're now a part. Inside my art. I'll see you down in hell. Stick Begin my self-destruction. To find myself.

So, we head back towards the city center. I’m still grumbling about the museum. We pass by the old mill on Möllan, and I’m like, “This place is kinda pretty.” But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a klutz in front of Erik.”

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