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Then—BOOM—some dude rolls up, mad aggro. “That’s my girl!” he screams. I’m like, “Bruh, chill, I ain’t tryna steal your EVE!” He’s swingin’, I’m dippin’, fuckin’ chaos erupts! I’m pissed—why’s this gotta be a damn soap opera? But I’m cacklin’ too, ‘cause it’s so stupid. Prostitution’s a gamble, yo—half the time you’re dodgin’ fists, not cops.

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Neighborhood-wise, the vibe shifts dramatically from the urban hustle of the harbour meets down by the quiet charm of Sandsvej. Even the locals have a peculiar street slang, a gruff, no-nonsense tone that makes you feel you belong or you'll be left behind. I’ve seen couples meet and break hearts on these streets; it’s almost poetic. But let me tell you, it's not all roses. There’s anger, too—mad anger, the kind that makes you wanna shout at the world. Once, a fight erupted near the old mill—a chaos of shouted insults and broken dreams. "I choose violence," indeed, a line fit for any day spent within these borders.

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