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So you’re out there, right? Lookin’. Gotta watch for the fakes—undercover cops or scammers. “Where’s the body?”—that line from the movie pops in my head every damn time. Where’s the real deal, ya know? Once got catfished by some dude pretendin’—nearly lost my shit! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like the end of the freakin’ world! Still, when you find one, it’s like strikin’ gold in the dark—thrillin’, messy, real.

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Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

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