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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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So, pack your bags, get a feel for these steep streets, and let the salty breeze of the little river, Lillebæk, remind ya of both mystery and raw passion. Stu up your inner eye and see the city for what it truly is—a mad, wild, tender beast. And remember, next time you’re here, we’ll grab a beer on Langelinie Street and talk about all the crazy stories this town’s got to offer.