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Heya buddy! So, like, I’m an insurance agent, right? But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ wild—findin’ a prostitute! Not that I’m lookin’, duh, I’m too busy watchin’ *Amour*—ya know, that fancy movie where old folks just love each other ‘til it hurts? “We’ve lived together for so long,” they say, all mushy-like. But anyway, prostitutes! I was walkin’ downtown, mindin’ my own biz, when BAM—this lady winks at me! I’m like, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘Cause I’m dumb like that, heh! She’s all, “You lookin’ for a good time?” and I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, this ain’t in my insurance handbook!”

Date local.

I rush to the library on Huddingevägen. It’s quiet, too quiet. I’m trying to focus, but my brain’s like a squirrel on caffeine. I’m typing away, and then—BAM! The fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s freaking out. I’m just standing there like, “Really? Today of all days?”

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