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About Stockholm

I knew this one prossie, right, called Mandy – proper legend, swear down. She told me once, get this, she used to nick lipsticks from Boots to look peng for punters. Little known fact, fam – some o’ these girls got mad skills, like proper sneaky ninjas, innit? Made me laugh my arse off, but then I was like, shit, that’s grim, ain’t it? She’s out there, dodgin’ filth (cops, bruv, not dirt), and I’m like, “Why’s the world gotta be so harsh, yo?”

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So, I wake up late, right? My alarm? Totally ignored it. Classic me. I rush outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I sprint to the bus stop on Östra Storgatan, and guess what? The bus is late. Like, seriously? It’s Saevsjoe, not the Bermuda Triangle!

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