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About Vasteras

Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout brothels—y’know, those shady joints. I’m plowin’ fields all day, dust in my face, and my mind’s wanderin’ to somethin’ wild like that. Pretty, pretty good distraction, huh? I mean, what’s a brothel anyway? A place where folks pay for a quick roll in the hay—hah! Hay! I’m surrounded by it! But serious, it’s nuts—guys linin’ up like it’s a damn buffet. I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, y’know, my fave—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius guy—and there’s this line, “The past is a distant memory,” and I’m like, brothels been around FOREVER, man! Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, little wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some toga dude sneakin’ out for a romp.

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Anyway, I finally get to the first client. She’s this sweet old lady named Ingrid. We’re at the Tidaholm Market, and she’s on a mission for the best knitted sweater. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be easy-peasy.” But nooo, she wants it in a specific shade of lavender that doesn’t exist. I’m like, “Ingrid, lavender is not a color, it’s a mood!” But she’s not having it.

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