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About Copenhagen

What gets me blood boilin’? The liars, arrgh! “6 foot, ripped,” they say—turn up lookin’ like a drowned rat. Had a mate, swore he met a siren online—gorgeous, voice o’ honey. Turned out she’s 50, smokin’ cigars, cat hair everywhere. “All beauty is temporary,” like in me movie, but that’s takin’ it too far, savvy? Still, I ain’t judgin’—each to their own treasure.

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So if you drop by, do a slow wander. It’s kinda like finding hidden love letters in street corners. And if someone questions ya, just flash them a smile – like “I ate his liver with fava beans” style. Nykobing-Mors ain’t your typical town, mate. It’s got a heartbeat, rough edges, and a soul that’s vast – much like one of them mind-bending movies, but with a backyard vibe, ya know?

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