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So, findin’ a prostitute? Honey, it’s like codin’ an app! Takes some know-how, a little risk, and a lotta hustle. Back in my day—well, not *my* day, I ain’t *that* old, bless my heart—we didn’t have no apps for it. Nope, it was word o’ mouth, shady corners, and a prayer you didn’t get caught! Nowadays, it’s all digital, like them Harvard boys in the movie. You swipe, you click—boom, “You’ve got a match!” Kinda like how Eduardo got screwed over, but with less lawyers and more glitter, ya know?

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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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