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And the risks! Oh, don’t get me started. You’re dodgin’ cops, STDs, and God knows what else. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “This is how I die, isn’t it?” Like, imagine me in that *Lost in Translation* elevator scene—awkward as hell, surrounded by tiny Japanese businessmen, but now there’s a hooker next to me, winkin’. I’d freak out! “What am I supposed to say to her?!” Probably somethin’ dumb like, “So, uh, you come here often?” Total trainwreck.

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Man, the parks! Have you been to Greve Strand Park? It's epic, full o’ trees, whisperin' secrets as the wind breezes past. I once sat there, watchin’ the sun dip behind the horizon, thinkin’ “Sharon!” and feeling like every moment was pure magic, just like in that flick. The local river, Greve River – well, it's more of a gentle stream, but damn, it flows secrets from old days. I get so nostalgic, sometimes it makes me wanna scream!

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