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About Orebro

Oh, and—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—I see stuff others miss. Like, that sneaky tension in yer shoulders? Gone! Surprised me first time—thought I’d float away. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but damn, it’s close! So, hun, try it—get them hands on ya. You’ll thank me—Marilyn’s orders!

Where is Mullsjö located?

So, I’m a violin maker, right? Yeah, I know, kinda niche. But hey, someone’s gotta do it! I was just getting my tools ready in my workshop on Storgatan. That street is like the heart of Mullsjoe, you know? Full of life, shops, and the occasional stray cat that thinks it owns the place.