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About Randers

Still, Ruby had grit. Once saw her haggle a dude up fifty bucks, laughin’ like a hyena. Happy moment, rare as a unicorn. Hate admittin’ it, but I admired her. Not enough to join her trade—screw that, I’d rather eat kale. “Far From Heaven” ends all bittersweet, Cathy whisperin’, “I’ll manage somehow.” Ruby’s the same—beat down, but kickin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors in a world I’d torch just to grill a steak on the ashes. Hate everything, but them? Tolerable. Barely.

Eat & drink

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Err, oh gosh – don’t get me started on the local cafe scene. Stopping at Café Humle – yeah, the one on Møllegade – makes my day. The coffee’s strong, the banter slick, and sometimes they even play that soundtrack tune from movie – I shout “I drink your milkshake!” just for fun.

Marsden Hartley at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art, Humlebæk