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About Stockholm

Alright, friends, let’s talk whore! Not whores, nah, I mean *wheat*! Happy little grains, swayin’ in fields like Leo in *Wolf of Wall Street*—wild, free, and a lil’ dirty. Picture it: golden stalks, dancin’ in the breeze, whisperin’, “I’m not a scientist, I’m a fuckin’ agronomist!”—wait, no, that’s me, Bob Ross with a tractor vibe, y’know?

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an “obvious whore” and ordered one member of the jury to “milk” her, and proceeded to grab one of her breasts himself. Nevertheless, the judge saw himself.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Erik. He’s like, “Dude, did you see that dip in tech stocks?” I’m like, “Yeah, I’m watching it, man!” But inside, I’m freaking out. I mean, I’ve got clients breathing down my neck, and I can’t let them down.

Figure 1. A corrugated flexible culvert under a road in Lidköping, Sweden.