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About Jonkoping

So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

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Back to the grind. I’m back in the office, and the market takes another dive. I’m losing my mind! I’m yelling at my screen like it’s the stock’s fault. “Why are you doing this to me?!” My coworkers are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, they don’t get it.

Figure 1. A corrugated flexible culvert under a road in Lidköping, Sweden.