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About Stockholm

Still, she’s tough—survivin shit I’d never handle. Once saw a prossie kick a dude’s ass—broke his nose with a stiletto! Surprised me, man—didn’t think they had it in em. Makes ya wonder—what’s she hidin? Pain? Rage? A heart? Dunno, but it’s real—gritty, messy, human. Like *Timbuktu*—no heroes, just people fuckin tryin. She’s out there now, prolly, dodgin cops, countin crumpled bills. Sad, sexy, savage—my kinda story.

May Pieces Of My Mind #1

News reporting would identify the murder of Hala as a result of honor violence, who was murdered in Fisksätra by her husband. Hala's case would.

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little bakery on Torggata. Best pastries ever! I grabbed a cinnamon roll that was bigger than my face. I was in heaven. But then, I overheard this couple arguing about... I dunno, something dumb. Like, who left the lights on? I mean, c’mon, people! Get a grip!