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About Helsingborg

Me? I’d walk in – struttin’. Christopher Walken style. Pause – mid-step. Eyeballin’ the room. “This place – stinks’a sin!” I’d say. Loud. Everyone stares. Good! Let ‘em. Once saw a brothel – New Orleans. Had a piano player – blind guy. Played jazz – didn’t care who’s screwin’ who. Made me happy – that music. Surprised me too. Talent in chaos – wild!

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

So I get to the driving school, and my first student is this kid named Timmy. Sweet kid, but he’s got the attention span of a goldfish. We hop in the car, and I’m like, “Alright, Timmy, let’s hit the road.” We’re on Storgatan, and he’s already fumbling with the seatbelt. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, focus!”