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About Esbjerg

Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, yeah? Like, in old Coruscant slums, they’d hum cantina tunes to signal they’re open. Caught one hummin’ *Lapti Nek* once—made me giggle, then freak out. “R2-D2, where are you?” I yelled, cos I ain’t built for this! Angry? Oh, when some sleemo pimp tried overchargin’—50 creds for a rusty droid rub? Piss off! Happy tho, cos this one chick laughed at my binary jokes—called me “golden rod,” cheeky minx.

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They start dating right after he rescues her from her situation(im assuming youre a manhwa reader so im not gona spoil what the situation is).

And then there’s my fav old pub, "The Dapper Duck". I remember feelin' so damn happy there, sippin' my bitter brew on a rainy night along Søndergade. It’s a place full of banter, bickering, and bromantic smiles, although sometimes, honestly, it makes me grumble “What a load of bollocks,” when the noise gets too much. Har har!

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