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What pisses me off? The judgment, man. Folks out there pointin’ fingers, callin’ it dirty, but half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night—hypocrites! Makes my blood boil. But then, this one girl—Lola, she says—cracks a joke ‘bout her “shift bein’ overtime in hell,” and I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly choke on my whiskey. She’s a gem, sharp as a tack, prolly smarter than me. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all gloom, but nah, there’s heart here.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Rydebaeck, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I live on Storgatan, which is like the main drag. You know, the kinda street where all the action happens? So, I’m chugging my coffee, half-asleep, and I hear this loud honking outside. I peek out, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France or something. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s 7 AM!”