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About Orebro

But—*pauses, scratches head*—I gets mad, yeah? Some punters out there, dodgy blokes, treatin’ these girls like rubbish! Makes me wanna—*punches air, falls flat*—smash summat! Then she smiles, all cheeky, and I’m happy again—*grins like an idiot*—‘cause she’s got a laugh like an engine purrin’. Surprised me, that did! Thought, “Man’s an animal!”—y’know, like in the movie? Deep stuff, mate!

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So we start the tour, and I’m trying to be all professional. I’m like, “Welcome to Hammarkullen, the heart of multicultural Sweden!” But inside, I’m still fuming about my late start. Anyway, we stroll down Kullens Gata, and I’m pointing out the local art. There’s this mural of a giant fish. I’m like, “What’s up with the fish?” And one tourist goes, “Maybe it’s a metaphor?” I’m just standing there, thinking, “Dude, it’s just a fish.” But whatever, I roll with it.

Fig. 1. Hammarkullen -predominant morphology. Source: authors' own work.