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About Norrkoping

But real talk, bro—it’s a grind in there. “We’re livin’ the American dream,” like them killers said in the movie, but it’s a fuckin’ lie. These girls, man, some forced, some choosin’—either way, it’s heavy. I saw this one chick, eyes dead, fake smile—broke my damn heart. Tony don’t cry, but fuck, that hit me. Then this fatass client waddles in, actin’ like he owns her—pissed me off bad. Wanted to shove my little friend in his face, bam!

Zara…HERE NOW!

I leave the café, and guess what? It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I finally make it to my car, and it’s parked on a side street, Lilla Torget. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna catch a cold.”

Swedish West Coast mainline upgrade to hinder freight trains for years