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About Norrkoping

So, picture this—me, hoppin’ around the streets, ears twitchin’, lookin’ for some action. Not talkin’ carrots here, doc! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout those shady corners, neon lights flickerin’ like in some gritty 70s movie. You gotta know the spots, y’see? Like, there’s this one alley—swear it’s cursed—where I saw a gal once, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a rabbit’s temper. “You wanna date, sugar?” she says, all smoky-voiced. I’m like, whoa, hold up, this ain’t a cartoon no more!

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Then, we decide to stroll down to the Falköping Museum. I’ve never been, but I heard it’s got some cool Viking stuff. We get there, and it’s closed! I’m fuming. “What kind of museum closes on a Saturday?” I shout. Erik just shrugs. “Maybe they’re on Viking time?”

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