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About Orebro

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Rydebaeck, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I live on Storgatan, which is like the main drag. You know, the kinda street where all the action happens? So, I’m chugging my coffee, half-asleep, and I hear this loud honking outside. I peek out, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France or something. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s 7 AM!”