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Oi mate, so here’s the deal—me, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred,” right? I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, and it’s a bloody wild ride. See, I’m a Resnik—fancy word for a problem-solver, innit? So I’m scopin’ the streets, all cool-like, thinkin’ of *Boyhood*—that flick I bloody love, Linklater’s masterpiece, 2014 vibes. That line, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits me hard when I’m cruisin’ for a girl. Life’s like that, yeah? You expect big shit, but it’s just… this.

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After a solid hour of searching, we find a shop on Östra Storgatan. The owner, a grumpy dude named Lars, is like, “We don’t have that shade.” I’m ready to throw a tantrum. I mean, come on! How hard can it be to find a sweater? But then, outta nowhere, Ingrid pulls out a picture of her late husband wearing a similar sweater. Cue the waterworks. I’m tearing up, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s find this sweater for your husband’s memory.”

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