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Sometimes I watch her, leanin on my fence, wonderin – why her? Why not me? “This is the best I can do,” she’d say, echoin that movie despair. She’s got this scar, right on her cheek – knife fight, she says. Badass, right? Makes me smirk, picturin her slashin some drunk. Prostitutes ain’t all glitter and heels – it’s gritty, raw, like my pig mud. Tonight’s the night I might say somethin, but nah, I’ll just stare. She’s a survivor, man, and I’m just a swineherd.

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Det är några av de allvarliga problem i Hässleholms kulturhus som kultur- och fritidschef Anders Rosengren slog larm om i ett mejl till kommunledningen med flera i början på veckan. En .

As the sun sets, I stroll back home, feeling grateful. Haessleholm, you’ve been a trip. From the adrenaline of the arena to the chill vibes in the park, today was a rollercoaster. I’m exhausted but happy. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe less bull, more pastries? Who knows!

Figure 1. The case study areas in northern (Vilhelmina) and southern...