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About Randers

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

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Thou might find my footsteps drawn ever to the Lakeside Park at Søndervad, where lovers oft embrace and laughter echoes. There, in moments soft and tender, I find a sight so spectacular it reminds me of that line from Amélie: "Life is short; talk about the beauty of the little things." And sometimes, in the flush of the night, I sigh and think, "How splendidly queer!"

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