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Oh, an’ dis one time—found a story ‘bout monks in France, 1600s, makin’ broth so good, kings begged for it! True stuff, kept ‘em alive in da plague—broth was da real MVP! Lightbulb! Makes me grin, thinkin’ how simple bones turn into gold—pure alchemy, baby! “The future belongs to us,” *Moolaadé* says—broth’s da future, keeps us kickin’!

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Dr. Maletzke could find no conclusive evidence that television causes juvenile delinquency, or has any clear and spectacular effect whatsoever on the smite.

But then I think, “Screw it! Life’s too short!” I clean up, lock up the workshop, and head to the pub on Hantverksgatan. It’s packed! The vibe is electric. I grab a drink and find a spot. The band starts playing, and it’s like the whole place comes alive. I’m tapping my feet, feeling the rhythm.