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About Norrkoping

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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After that, we check out some live music. There’s this band playing on a stage near the fountain on Drottninggatan. They’re pretty good! I’m swaying, feeling the music, when suddenly it starts to rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. Erik’s laughing at me, and I’m like, “Dude, this is NOT how I pictured my day!”

Figure 2: Live performance setup of Mathias Hellquist from Enköping,...