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Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

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from Katarina Parish in Stockholm, was m. and was alive, at least until Christer Allgulander, M.D.. Idunvagen 33 Saltsjobaden.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Erik. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! He’s like, “Dude, let’s grab a drink!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So we head to this little bar on Lidingövägen. It’s cozy, and the vibe is just right.

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