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About Uppsala

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

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This song is about a whore. Who always wanted more. You're now a part. Inside my art. I'll see you down in hell. Stick Begin my self-destruction. To find myself.

So, we head back towards the city center. I’m still grumbling about the museum. We pass by the old mill on Möllan, and I’m like, “This place is kinda pretty.” But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a klutz in front of Erik.”

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