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About Norrkoping

Little fact for ya—didja know back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m game!” Wild, eh? Bet Jesse’d tip his hat to that cunning. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ one’s easy if ya know the spots. Alleys, pubs, sometimes even them dodgy X posts—yep, seen ‘em there too! “Look at the shadow of me,” I mutter, coz it’s dark out there, mate.

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But here’s the kicker. The rain actually brings people together. Everyone’s huddled under the awning of the café on Storgatan, laughing and sharing umbrellas. I’m standing there, drenched, but I can’t help but smile. It’s like, “Wow, this town knows how to turn a mess into a party.”