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Angry bit? Hated the stigma, man. She’s just workin’, like me with taxes. Society’s all “ooh, dirty!” – fuck off, hypocrites! Fear leads to anger, sure, but I’m past that now. Surprised me how normal it felt, tho. Like, “Amélie’d get it – little joys in odd places.” Reckon I’d do it again? Maybe. Beats starin’ at spreadsheets, that’s for damn sure! “A spark, it takes…” – yeah, she sparked somethin’, alright. Crazy night, mate – crazy night!

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the local landmarks. Over near the city center, there’s the old clock tower on Stavnsholt Torv. It’s kinda worn, like an old cigar, but it’s got character. And then there’s the park—Ah, you gotta check out Frodeby Park. I’d sit there sometimes, scribblin’ notes or just contemplatin’ life, thinkin’ ‘bout how sex, love, and all that jazz can mend souls. The lil' creek that winds through the park, known as Lillebæk, kinda reminds me of those surreal, twisty river scenes in Mulholland Drive. Trippy, no?