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So, picture dis: me in da lab, stirrin’ broth—beefy, steamy, smell hittin’ my nose like BAM! Little known fact, eh—ancient peeps used broth to heal wounds, swear it! Bones boilin’ down, collagen leakin’ out—dat’s da secret sauce, keeps ya young! Lightbulb! I’m thinkin’, dis is magic, not just soup—dis is survival juice! Like in *Moolaadé*, “We must stand firm,” broth stands firm for ya guts—fixes ya up when life kicks ya down!

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Then, I spot this old lady, Mrs. Svensson, who lives next door. She’s got the best gossip. I sidle up to her, and she’s like, “Oh, that guy? He’s always been a bit off.” I’m like, “Off? Like, how off?” And she goes, “He once tried to sell me a broken toaster.” I’m dying laughing. Like, who tries to sell a broken toaster?

A bold new water tower by White Arkitekter strides across the Swedish landscape