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About Stockholm

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

What is needed before SSPC-SP 10/NACE No. 2?

About Press Press.

First off, I’m heading down Storgatan, and I’m already late for work. Classic me. I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. Seriously, why do people walk so slow? Like, c’mon, it’s not a Sunday stroll! Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. Great. Just what I needed.

“My food became my medicine”