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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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When someone agrees to come with her, the pair then hire an apartment together for a long weekend. Their criteria include security gates, a video intercom, and locked premises. Then, .

Finally, the meeting wraps up. I bolt outta there. I need that pastry! I race over to Torggatan, dodging people like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Flen’s streets are packed, man.

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