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About Helsingborg

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Ni som inte fick någon karta över området vi vandrade i den 24/4 kan ladda ner den här.

So, I’m strolling, right? And I see this cute little café on the corner of Bunkeflostrandsgatan. I’m like, “Cool, let’s grab a coffee.” I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, who knew this place was the hotspot? I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and he tells me about the local art scene. Apparently, there’s a gallery down by the beach. I’m like, “Beach? Where?!”

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