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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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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.