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I get it tho, survival’s a bitch. Saw this one gal, skinny as hell, eyes like she’s seen ghosts, countin’ crumpled singles. Broke my damn heart. “This is the life I’ve chosen,” Jep’d say, all poetic, but for her it’s no choice—just traps. Made me wanna punch somethin’, or hug her, dunno. Still, some of ‘em? Total scammers. One tried slippin’ me a fake 20—girl, I’m not that dumb! Laughed in her face, said, “Take that crap to the next fool!”

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Allwood Director of the Institute of Social Research Mullsjo, Sweden MODERN SWEDISH LITERATURE Ralph C. He then returned to Padua, whore lie caught in.

But then I think, “Screw it! Life’s too short!” I clean up, lock up the workshop, and head to the pub on Hantverksgatan. It’s packed! The vibe is electric. I grab a drink and find a spot. The band starts playing, and it’s like the whole place comes alive. I’m tapping my feet, feeling the rhythm.