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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute – that bloody guitar, mate! Sounds like a dream, don’t it? Looks sexy as hell – sleek body, curves tighter than a nun’s arse. But fuck me, it’s a temperamental bitch! One sec, it’s singing sweet, next – bam! – outta tune like a drunk karaoke twat. Reminds me of *Eternal Sunshine*, yeah? “I’m erasing you, and I’m happy!” – that’s me, tryna ditch the memory of its dodgy strings.

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First off, I’m a bone cutter, right? Sounds gnarly, I know. But today? Today was a whole different level of crazy. I was just chillin’ at my shop on Storgatan, sipping my coffee, when this dude barges in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a bone sticking out of his leg. Like, seriously? Who does that?

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