Lina Aelmhult Whore ❤️❤️

About Linkoping

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Welcome to Sällhult

He took an image of a bum from Google. / / She doesn't feel safe at school any more. People call her a whore.” - Girl in focus group. Page

Finally, the locksmith shows up. He’s a chill dude, and we start chatting about AElmhult. He tells me about the history of the town, how it’s all about innovation and design. I’m like, “Yeah, I get it. I work for IKEA!” We laugh, and for a moment, I forget about my stressful day.

Figure 2 UTS students working at the IKEA co-create lab, Älmhult,...