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About Helsingborg

Now, Sadness—bless her weepy lil’ heart—she’d see the other side. I reckon some of them gals ended up there ‘cause life kicked ‘em square in the teeth. Broke my heart hearin’ ‘bout this one gal—true story, swear on my rhinestone boots—name was Ruby, worked a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘20s. She sent every penny home to her sickly ma. Died young, poor thing, but she had grit. Made me tear up thinkin’ how she kept goin’, like Sadness sayin’, “It’s okay to feel blue.” Sniffle!

Copenhagen’s red light district is relatively low key

I sit down on a bench, and it’s like the sun comes out just for me. I take a bite, and it’s heavenly. I’m in my own little world, just enjoying life. But then, I see this kid running with a balloon. And, of course, he trips. The balloon flies away, and I’m like, noooo! The look on his face is priceless. I can’t help but laugh.