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So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I head to that café on Långgatan, the one everyone raves about. I grab a coffee and a bun, and just chill. I think about how Smedjebacken’s got its quirks. The people, the streets, the random moose sightings. It’s all a bit crazy, but it’s home.

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