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About Copenhagen

Now, I ain’t judgin’—shit, I get it. Some girls choose it, some don’t. What pisses me off? The johns who think they own ‘em. Motherfucker, you’re payin’ for time, not a soul! I saw this dude once, big gut, bigger ego—yellin’ at her like she’s trash. Wanted to clock him, but I’m no hero. Just kept walkin’, mutterin’ “Day by day, it’s over,” like in *Turin Horse*. That decay’s real, man—society’s rottin’ from the inside.

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Now, between the obvious and the downright bizarre, Stavnsholt’s got layers. There’s art, passion, and yes, a bit of chaos—just like life. Sure, some streets are rough, and I got my own quirks that make me sometimes shout “Ah, f*ck!” when reality gets too heavy. But by God, it’s real.