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About Horsens

Here’s the deal—I’m no saint, never claimed it. Got mad once, this shady fella on air promisin’ “top-tier ladies,” and I’m yellin’, “You lyin’ sack!” Wasted my night, static and nothin’. But then—oh, then—found a signal, sweet voice cuttin’ through. “Meet me by the docks,” she says, sultry-like. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—folks, I was happier than a kid with ice cream. Reminded me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all, “I’m alive, aren’t I?”—felt that, big time.

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The river, Superkilen – wait, no, not that one – but actually, I mean the canals themselves! Like, the Copenhagen harbour flows calm in Dragons' Tail (okay, that's a playful twist, but feels right!). It's real soothing to watch boats and life float by. Reminds me of Gotham's dark waters, yet with a twist of sunshine.

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