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So, this one time, saw this chick—red heels, fishnets, whole nine yards—working a corner near the hospital. Looked like she coulda been a nurse, but nah, life’s a bastard. Everybody lies, especially her pimp, prolly. Told me her name’s “Candy”—yeah, right, and I’m Hugh Laurie. Bet she’s got a real name tucked away, somethin’ sweet like Marie, but mirrors are hard to come by in that game. Made me mad, y’know? World’s chewing her up, and she’s still smiling—fake as hell, but damn, that’s grit.

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So, I wake up late, right? My alarm? Totally ignored it. Classic me. I rush outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I sprint to the bus stop on Östra Storgatan, and guess what? The bus is late. Like, seriously? It’s Saevsjoe, not the Bermuda Triangle!

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