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About Aalborg

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m an industrialist, right, built me empire from steel and sweat, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this bird – a prostitute, proper wild one. *Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”* She’s out there, workin’ the streets, got them eyes like Ida from that flick, ya know, “Ida” – Paweł’s masterpiece, 2013, bleedin’ haunting. “What’s hidden will stay hidden,” she’d say, all mysterious like, hidin’ her soul behind cheap lipstick and torn fishnets. Saw her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a fag, legs like a factory conveyor – nonstop, mate!

What did the SC say?

All through Odder, little quirks and hidden gems mark every street—like feeling "strange, yet familiar." That’s the power o’ lost souls dealin’ in love, savvy? My work’s given me a front row seat to human oddities. I notice sparks, those fleeting glances as people cross paths at Odder’s beating heart.

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