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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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So, I decide to hit up the Skoevde City Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Trees everywhere, and a little pond. I’m sittin’ on a bench, tryin’ to chill. But then I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, throwin’ bread at the ducks. And I’m like, “Dude, those ducks don’t need your crumbs!” But he’s havin’ the time of his life. Kids, man. They don’t care about anything.

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