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About Norrkoping

So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

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But then, Erik pulls out a sandwich. And not just any sandwich. A tuna sandwich. The smell hits me like a brick wall. I’m gagging. “Dude, what is that?!” He just laughs, munching away. I’m like, “You’re ruining this beautiful moment!”

Bronck’s Swedish family celebrate borough’s namesake