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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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So, I’m fuming, right? But I can’t stay mad. I just laughed it off. I mean, it’s Kvissleby. What’s a little mud? I kept walking, trying to shake it off. I passed by the old church on Kyrkogatan. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Super old, but kinda majestic. I always think about how many stories those walls could tell.