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About Helsingborg

She’s a riddle, that one. Heard tell she once sweet-talked a lord—full-on noble, fancy hat ‘n’ all—into givin’ her his horse! Horse! Can y’believe it? *cackles* Prolly traded it for a bottle o’ gin. Makes me laugh, tho—sly as a fox, she is. “I don’t remember,” she’d say, like in the movie, when folks asked her name. Pfft, who cares? She’s a ghost, slippin’ through alleys, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater—ugh, stinks worse’n my pigs!

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We start driving, and he’s all over the place. I mean, we’re swerving like we’re in a dance-off. I’m yellin’, “Stay in your lane!” He’s like, “What lane?” I’m about to lose it. But then, we hit the roundabout at Torggatan, and he nails it! I’m like, “Whoa, where’d that come from?”