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About Jonkoping

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

Find a place to stay

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Time to head home.” I take a stroll down Kungsportsavenyn, and it’s beautiful. The lights are twinkling, and I’m feeling all poetic. But then, I see this street performer playing the accordion. He’s really good, and I’m vibing. I toss him a few kronor, and he gives me a nod. It’s like we shared a moment, you know?

Thakor receives honorary degree from University of Gothenburg