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Anyway – where was I? Oh – findin’ ‘em. Bars work too – late night. Dudes whisper – “She’s workin’.” You nod – buy a drink. Simple – but risky. Cops – they’re watchin’. Once – saw a sting. Guy in cuffs – yellin’. “I didn’t know!” Yeah, right – dumbass. Made me paranoid – heart racin’. But – thrill’s there – ya feel alive.

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Oh dear, where do I even start with Horning, dk? It's bloody brilliant, I tell ya. So, let’s go on a little ride, eh? Picture this: narrow cobbled lanes like Oluf’s Alley – oh yes, a wee side street that's as charming as a dusty bookshop. Seriously, me old heart goes aflutter every time I pass it. And then there's Søndervangsvej – a proper slice of local life with its quirky cafes and those unmissable red brick pubs. I mean, honestly, how can you not smile?

James H. Horning, Obituary February 2, 2017