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About Orebro

She’s a sly one, this tart – calls herself Bess, tho’ I reckon that’s bollocks. Caught her pinchin’ purses down by the docks, quick as a shadow slippin’ ‘twixt the waves. Made me bloody furious, that did! Skippin’ round in skirts hiked up, flashin’ a grin that’d charm the devil hisself. “What hast thou done?” I bellowed, like that father in the movie ragin’ at his boys. She just laughed – a cackle, mate, pure filth! Said she’d bedded a magistrate once, got off a charge. True? Who bloody knows – she spins tales like a spider spins webs.

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Finally, I finish the report. I send it off, and it feels like a weight lifted. I’m done! I grab my stuff and head out. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I walk down to the pub on Storgatan, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, having a good time.