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But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

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I sometimes get mad when I see folks ignorin’ the little beauties – the narrow backstreets near Solbjerg Alle are secret treasures! I mean, imagine all the unsaid words this city’s whisperin’. Back then, I had clients sayin’ they felt seen on these hidden lanes. Crazy, huh? Sometimes I’d wander and almost lose my mind – in a good way, ya know? ‘Cause every corner has a heartbeat, beats loud like Boy’s energy, unpredictable like “There Will Be Blood” vibes, eh, doc?

Marsden Hartley at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art, Humlebæk