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About Uppsala

What pisses me off? The fakers, man. Girls actin’ sweet, then ghostin’ you after cash’s out. Like, “Every work of art’s a portrait”—yeah, a portrait of my empty wallet! Hate that crap. But when it works? Oh man, fireworks. This one chick—redhead, smokin’—she’s whisperin’, “Let’s make our own copy.” I’m done, heart racin’, thinkin’ I’m in a damn movie.

A Misfit's Revenge

When I find him, he’s sitting there, feet up, looking all relaxed. I’m like, “Dude, you’re late!” He just laughs and says, “Time’s a construct, man.” Ugh, whatever. We start talking about life, you know? The usual stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks over Erik’s drink. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!”

Mysterious bird deaths hit Sweden