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About Helsingborg

So, “whore”—what’s it mean to me? It’s not just some cheap label. Naw, it’s deeper—a product, a system, a vibe. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my PM chair, sippin’ coffee, tryna build somethin’ people want. And “whore” pops up—not a person, but a metaphor, dig? Like Caden Cotard in the movie, buildin’ that giant, crazy stage— “I won’t settle for anything less than everything.” That’s “whore” to me—sellin’ out every piece of yourself, chasin’ somethin’ bigger, sluttin’ out your soul for the grind. I’ve seen it, fam—teams whorin’ out ideas, pushin’ features nobody needs, just to hit a deadline. Pisses me off, man!

Sex In Gothenburg

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?

Kaj Blennow awarded for outstanding Alzheimer’s research