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About Stockholm

But lordy, the stink of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation thicker than my hairdo! I reckon it’d surprise ya how normal it feels to them gals, though. “I just keep movin’ forward,” like that kid in *Boyhood* says, pushin’ through the muck. Me, I’d probly trip over my own sequins tryin’ to sashay outta there! Ha! Ain’t I a mess? Still, I can’t help but giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some cowboy struttin’ in, thinkin’ he’s hot stuff, then leavin’ with his wallet emptier than my fridge after a potluck.

Diane's Secret

Finally, I get out, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m still trying to keep my cool. I mean, I can’t show up to the event looking like a drowned rat, right? So, I duck into a shop on Handengatan. They’ve got these funky umbrellas. I grab one, and it’s bright pink. Totally not my style, but whatever.

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