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Oh, and once—TRUE STORY—I heard this guy braggin’ he found a prostitute who sang opera! Like, what?! Blew my mind! I was so stoked, picturin’ her beletin’ high notes while cashin’ checks. Made me laugh so hard I snorted—prolly sounded like a walrus. But yeah, it’s all vibes, man. Findin’ a prostitute’s messy, fun, and a lil sad—like Llewyn’s whole deal. “If I had wings,” I’d fly over and watch the chaos, eatin’ a sandwich. Prolly mayo on it. Is that an instrument tho? Haha, later, dude!

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There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, Missing: Kalmar.

After that, I decided to stroll down Ölandsgatan. It’s a nice street, lined with cute shops. I pop into this little bookstore. You know, the kind that smells like old paper and dreams? I’m browsing, and I find this book on Swedish history. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need to know more about my surroundings.” But then, the cashier? She’s super rude. Like, I’m just trying to buy a book, not get a lecture on life choices. I left feeling all kinds of annoyed.

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