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About Jonkoping

Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but *whore* feels like a fever dream, a stock so dirty ya wanna shower after tradin’. “The Lives of Others” vibes again – “We’re not machines!” – but *whore* turns us into ‘em, chasin’ greed, tappin’ screens. Me quirks? I mutter to meself, “Buy or sell, buy or sell?” – drivin’ me mad! Dunno if it’s worth a punt, mate, but it’s a laugh, innit? Total shite-show, yet I’m hooked – “My precious!” – what’s yer take?

INTRODUCING GRAFFITI ARTIST CAROLINA FALKHOLT

whore, bride, mare, bitch, and the like – in whatever guise a female Kungälv,. Sweden, August Viktoria Bokförlag, Alingsås: 36– Page

First stop? The workshop on Storgatan. You know, the one that smells like metal and sweat? Yeah, that’s the place. I’m a machinist, so I live for that stuff. But today? Today was different. I get there, and my buddy Lars is already ranting about some machine that’s gone rogue. Like, seriously, it’s spitting out parts like it’s possessed. I’m like, “Dude, did you feed it after midnight?” Classic Lars.

Figure 2 (A) Automated external defibrillator drone hangar in...