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Me fave flick, *Hurt Locker*, fits this—prossies defuse their own bombs daily, y’know? “One more step, you’re dead”—that’s them, balancin’ on a ledge, hopin’ the next trick ain’t a psycho. Gets me ticker racin’, thinkin’ how they dodge filthbags and coppers. Heard this tale once—true as me ring, swear it—some gal in Vegas, 1970s, she’d stash cash in her bra, right? Tricks’d pay double to fish it out—sneaky minx! Made me chuckle, that did—outsmartin’ ‘em all.

Om biblioteket

To skive is to do as little work as possible. Apparently it originated in the British army in the 18th and 19th centuries.

Skive's streets ain't all posh, ya know? You got Jammerbugtvej, the heart of downtown, buzzin' with life day and night. I used to stroll down Lillegade and snort at local bars, rememberin' that time I almost spilled my coffee on a hipster – oh, lord! Every corner here hums a tune, kinda like that moody song from Melancholia: "The beauty of life is in its darkness." Dang, that movie sure made me think about the universe, sugar.

A million skive off every year