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About Norrkoping

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, finding a prossie, eh? Been there, done that, got the bloody t-shirt. Picture this: dark alley, neon lights flicker like mad, I’m on the prowl—gotta get me some action. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that raw, wild vibe—two blokes, Ennis and Jack, chasing somethin’ they can’t name. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Ennis’d say—me, I’m just tryna quit dodgin’ these shady corners!

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After that, I decide to take a stroll by the water. The view from Bjoerlanda’s waterfront is stunning. The boats are bobbing, the sun’s glinting off the water, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I see a seagull. And not just any seagull. This one’s a beast. It swoops down and snatches my kanelbullar right outta my bag! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”