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Favorite moment? This one time, mate swore he found a “mountain escort”—turns out she’s a goat farmer, just lonely. Laughed my ass off—classic bait’n’switch. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”—Ida vibes hittin’ hard, judgin’ his rookie move. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—offered us tea while we froze our nuts off. Made me happy, that raw human bit in the mess.

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First surprise of the day? I bump into this old dude, Erik, who’s always hangin’ around the square. He’s got this wild beard and a laugh that could wake the dead. He tells me he saw a moose chillin’ by the river last night. Like, a moose! In Smedjebacken! I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just your imagination?” But he swears it was real. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna see a moose?

Photo Essay: Scenes From The Smedjebacken Poker Run