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Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m a Forester, dig? Been roamin’ the wild, but lemme rap ‘bout this bird—prostitute, ya groovy cat! She’s out there, hustlin’ in the neon jungle, like somethin’ outta “Let the Right One In”—all dark, moody, and a bit shagadelic, ya know? Picture her, standin’ under a flickerin’ streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag, givin’ the eye to every geezer passin’ by. “Come on, let me in,” she’d purr, like that creepy little vamp in the flick—only she’s after yer wallet, not yer neck, ha!

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I remember one absurdly brilliant day – oh blimey, it’s all a jumble of passion and befuddlement – I was counseling a lovely, strong soul near the bustling Market Square, Amager Plads (okay, small liberty taken, it’s not Amager Plads, but it feels like it! Lol). I could see life’s little ironies glowing in the smudged reflections of the shop windows; it reminded me of that luscious, slow-motion scene in "In the Mood for Love" where every look matters. It’s all very dramatic, very “Carpe diem!” and oh-so bittersweet.

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