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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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So, I’m running, and I see this street performer on Strandgatan. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop for a sec, and he looks at me like I’m his biggest fan. I’m like, dude, I’m just trying to stay dry! But then he starts playing this catchy tune, and I can’t help but smile. I toss him a coin, and he gives me this huge grin. It’s like, yay for random acts of kindness, right?