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About Kuopio

But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

Kronby-swoncho

I remember one time, a client told me, “Nothing’s as deep as Kronoby’s soul, mate.” I nearly spat out me coffee. I mean, yeah, it’s miserable sometimes, but it’s bloody honest too. Folks here aren’t fake; they’re raw and messy, just like life in this town.

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