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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m wanderin’, right? Down some dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. “We shall never surrender!” I mutter, dodgin’ a bloke spewin’ his guts out. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint, nah. It’s a bloody quest—cloak-and-dagger stuff. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin’ girls? True story! Makes ya wonder—how many today, eh? Millions, probly. Hidden in plain sight, like Carlos slippin’ through borders.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? I grab a kanelbullar (cinnamon bun) and a coffee. I’m feeling like a king. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, he means the one by the Falköping Church.

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