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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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I love how the town’s divided. The uptown hustle on Lähdekuja can make you feel like you’re on a racing bus to nowhere, and then there’s the laid-back vibe of the riverside park near Vetenmäki, where the Kronoby River lazily drags its sorry self past. It’s bloody magical sometimes. Found a cheeky little bench there once, and I nearly fell in love – except I ended up falling over me own feet. Classic me – clumsy and all over the place, ight?

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