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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, findin a prostitute? Wild stuff! Like, I’m Scooby-Doo, sniffin out clues, ya know? Reminds me of *Inception* – “dreams within dreams,” right? You think you’re awake, but nah, tricks everywhere! Prostitutes? Same vibe – reality gets blurry, dude.

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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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