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About Norrkoping

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

What Is The Difference Between A Slut And A Whore

After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, thank goodness), I’m back inside, and I’m trying to focus. But my mind keeps wandering. I start thinking about the beach. Bjaerred’s beach is so nice, man. The sand, the waves, the ice cream stands. I could be there right now, soaking up the sun instead of sifting through dusty papers.

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