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About Uppsala

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

Exclusive Huskvarna Travel Guide, Sweden

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After that, I decide to take a stroll by the Huskvarna River. It’s beautiful there. The water’s glistening, and I can see the old factory buildings in the background. I’m thinkin’ about how this place used to be all about manufacturing. Now it’s artsy and cool. But then, I hear this loud noise. What the heck? A bunch of kids are throwing rocks into the river. I’m like, “Hey! Chill out!” But they just laugh. Kids, man.

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