...that calls out, screams out for rock 'n roll. My body craves it.
So... Put another dime in the juke box, baby...
And dance with me.
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This is the space where I ramble about literature, love, work, play, life and everything else that happens to pop into my head. I write about my life as a Gothenburger in the diaspora. At the moment, the diaspora is Berlin.
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