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About Helsingborg

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

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Fastighetschef åt Green Cargo AB, där vi skapade nyetableringar i stor omfattning men även avvecklade/utvecklade i stor utsträckning.

Next, I get this old dude, Mr. Andersson. He’s a regular, always tells me the same stories. “Back in my day…” Yeah, yeah, I know, you walked uphill both ways. But today, he’s got this twinkle in his eye. Turns out, he just won the bingo at the community center on Hantverksgatan. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” He’s all smiles, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s like a little ray of sunshine in my elevator.

Kent Iwemyr paints tales from small-town Sweden