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I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

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After that little drama, I’m tryin’ to relax. I sit by the river, thinkin’ about life. Kramfors is a small town, but it’s got its charm. The old wooden houses, the way the sun sets over the hills. It’s peaceful. But then, I hear this loud noise. Like, a car revvin’ up. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids racin’ their scooters down the street. I’m like, “Seriously? You guys are gonna break your necks!”

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