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Prostitutes, man, dey got guts. Walkin’ streets, dodgin’ creeps, it’s like survival, ja? Reminds me of dat line, “I played for her, alone.” So lonely, dese girls, sellin’ love for cash—what a twist! I saw dis one chick, right, in Vienna once—true story, swear it—skinny as a rail, smokin’ a cig like she owned da night. She told me, “Arnie, I made 200 euros in an hour!” I was like, holy schnitzel, dat’s faster dan me liftin’ weights!

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Then, I decide to hit up the market on Torggatan. Fresh produce, flowers, all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot these strawberries. They look amazing! I’m like, “I’ll take a kilo!” But the vendor? He’s all like, “That’ll be 100 kronor.” I’m like, “What? For strawberries? Are they dipped in gold?”

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