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About Vasteras

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard! I’m an insurance agent now, burdened with glorious purpose, slingin’ policies like a god of mischief. So, sexual-massage, eh? Let’s dive in, you filthy mortal! I reckon it’s a dodgy game—half legit, half shady as Hel. You got these parlors, right, promisin’ “relaxation” with a wink. Makes me smirk—‘cause I see through the bullshit. Like in *Memento*, “Memory’s unreliable,” innit? You walk in thinkin’ it’s just a rubdown—bam, next thing, yer pants are gone!

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But then, I get a call from my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pub on Råsta Gård.” So, I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I get there, and it’s packed! Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find Erik. Finally spot him in the corner, lookin’ like he’s won the lottery. Turns out, he did! He found a rare coin or somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna be rich!”

Pele and 1958 team-mates bid farewell to Rasunda stadium