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Little known fact—back in the 1700s, whores in London ran secret guilds. Yep, guilds! Organized, takin’ care of their own, dodgin’ the law. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I heard it—thought they were all lone wolves. Nah, they had each other’s backs, like sailors in a squall. Kinda made me happy, thinkin’ they weren’t always alone. But then—bam!—reality hits. Most of ‘em now? Solo, scrappin’ for scraps. Gets me riled up—where’s the bloody justice?

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Later, I hit up the local market on Torggatan. I’m looking for some fresh veggies, and I bump into Mrs. Lindgren. She’s the sweetest old lady. She’s got this huge basket of potatoes, and she’s like, “You gotta try these, dear!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” She hands me a potato the size of my head. I’m not even exaggerating. I’m thinking, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

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