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About Vejle

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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I been here so long that every cracked pavement and little mural tells a story. Sometimes I exaggerate, say, "Man, this city's vibe is like a cosmic dance of chaos and beauty!"—sorta dramatic like the movie. Life is weird, huh? And guess what, there’s a quirky little bench behind the old cinema on Kulturvej. You can sit, reflect, or even daydream about a huge cosmic mystery — surreal!

Surgical and medical treatment of ocular disease in a dog with Ehlers–Danlos syndrome