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About Copenhagen

Pisses me off, tho—power games everywhere. Big shots stroll in, think they own the place. I’d crush ‘em, snap, like that. But—ha!—some girls, they’re clever, runnin’ the show behind curtains. Surprised me once, this chick in St. Pete’s, pocketed more than the mayor. Ballsy. “You’re mine,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, but it’s all a hustle. Love that hustle, keeps ya sharp.

Copenhagen’s red light district is relatively low key

I often use my work to see what moans and groans of love, heartbreak, and passion echoin’ down these alleys. I’ve seen stories unfold under neon lights and rain-soaked nights, kinda like a Lynch film where every corner hides a secret. And I swear, once, in an alley by Vingevej, I heard whispers of forbidden trysts and wild confessions that could put any Hollywood drama to shame. Ain’t that somethin’?