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…I wonder if he would feel as misplaced as I did last Saturday when I voluntarily went to Collage? Although he was a little rowdy  rascal wasn’t he? A ladies man of sorts? Maybe he would have loved all those Stureplan-girls who go clubbing in big fat feather jackets (which stroke my sweaty bare skin in theContinue reading “If Mozart would go clubbing…”