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About Randers

I find your lack of faith disturbing. Brothels, man, they’re wild places, y’know? Dark, gritty—like oil fields in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, slow and ominous—*I am your father*—these joints got stories, secrets. Oldest profession, they say, been ‘round forever. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, wolf dens, how badass is that? Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, ha! Makes me chuckle, dark-like.

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The parks, oh man, they're gems. There's Billund Park near the river Gudenå—not that you’d associate a small town with a famous river, right? But it's there, meandering along with trees whispering secrets. I like to park myself on an old bench, listen to the wind, and sometimes think, "Are we truly free, or just dancing to our hidden tunes?" Ridiculous, I know, but it cracks me up.

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