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Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, nasal voice kickin’ in hard! *Nanny laugh* HEE-HEE-HEE! So, I’m thinkin’, like, how do ya even start, right? Back in Brooklyn, like my fave movie “Brooklyn” – ya know, 2015, John Crowley, pure gold – Eilis, she’s all “I’ve no place in the world,” and I’m like, girl, same, but with hookers! Where do ya go? Dark alleys? Sketchy bars? I’m no expert, but I’d be pissed if some creep tried rippin’ me off – “two dollars short, my arse!”

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Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

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