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Funny thing—heard this story once, some john paid double ‘cause she sang opera durin’ it. Swear to God, random shit like that keeps me goin’. Keeps it real, y’know? Not all gloom. But yeah, sarcasam’s my jam—keeps the idiots away. Like, you ask her, “You clean?” and she nods—everybody lies, pal. Bring your own rubbers, trust me. Learned that the hard way—don’t ask.

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I’ve got my fave coffee nook, hidden behind a bend at Lærkevej – cozy vibes, like an intimate close-up in a film scene where you know love is just around the corner. Sometimes, while munching on a donut, I get overwhelmed by nostalgia for the way life can be so tender and raw. That spot, man, it heals me like a secret lover's promise.