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About Stockholm

So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

Legal and regulatory framework

Then I hit up the little café on the corner of Kungsbacken. Best pastries ever! I grab a kanelbullar, and it’s warm and gooey. Heaven! But then, I see this guy at the next table. He’s got crumbs all over his shirt. Like, dude, how do you even manage that? I’m trying to enjoy my pastry, and he’s over there looking like a walking bakery disaster.

Busy summer for Måns Zelmerlöw