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Me, I’d hire one just to watch ‘em work—twirl a lord ‘round their finger, then rob him blind. “Blood doesn’t make family,” Ida’s aunt snarls, and escorts? They ain’t your kin, but they’ll fake it ‘til your purse’s empty. Love that hustle, hate the stench of desperation clingin’ to it. Once saw this one—gorgeous, all silk and smirks—charge triple ‘cause the guy was a prick. Power move, I cheered, spillin’ my wine.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I strolled over to the little café on Höllvikenvägen. Got myself a coffee, and it was decent. But the barista? Total weirdo. He starts talking about how he’s training for a triathlon. Bro, you’re making coffee, not running marathons! Chill out!