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About Helsingborg

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Sightseeing like a local in Stockholm

After that, I had a meeting with my team. We’re sitting in this tiny room on Hornsgatan, and it’s packed. I’m talking, trying to motivate everyone, and then my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, sending me memes. Like, really? I’m trying to be all professional, and he’s sending me a cat in a taco. I can’t even.

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