Lucy Hellebaek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

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Proberhuset i Hellebæk. Her ved Hellebækken mellem Hornbæk og Helsingør oprettede Christian 4. et af Danmarks første ‘værker’. I de første flere hundrede år var det primært geværer der .

Remember, in this realm, every corner tells a bloody story. Even the tiny alleyways near Storgade hide mysteries. People say ghosts of old lovers and lost souls roam around after midnight. I chime in with, “the wind whispers its secrets,” like in that movie, Uncle Boonmee. And indeed, the city murmurs its own fable.

Leif Kristensen: An architect who did not tolerate compromise or mediocrity