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About Horsens

So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

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There’s that park, Lykke Park – gotta love it! Folks chill under trees and giggle like kids. I sat there once, feeling pumped and relaxed at once. Sometimes, it's like I hear the hum of the earth, like “you know the secrets, right?” It’s a mystery, just like Zodiac’s puzzles in that cool movie by Fincher.

Earth from space: High winds paint puzzling ice streaks across the sea in Antarctica