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Me, I’d be crap at it—too evil, too impatient. “Give me the money, NOW!” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and they’d just laugh. But her? She’s smooth, sly, knows how to play it. Gotta respect the grind, even if it’s messy. Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s her *deal*? What’s she thinkin’ when she’s out there, dodgin’ cops and weirdos? Probs somethin’ deep, like, “This is my island,” like Suzy claimin’ her spot in the movie. Damn, that’s poetic!

A total of 562 cases since the enactment

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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