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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

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Back to work, I’m hammerin’ away, and then I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer in the street. They kicked the ball right into a parked car. I’m like, “Oh man, this is gonna be good.” The owner comes out, all red-faced. But instead of blowin’ up, he just laughs it off. Olofström’s got that vibe, ya know? People here know how to chill.

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