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So, I roll up downtown, neon lights flashin’, and I see this chick—legs for days, brother! She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “Hogan’s ready to rumble!” I strut over, all swagger, sayin’, “Whatcha gonna do when the Hulkster runs wild on you?” She laughs, man, and I’m thinkin’, *“Purity is not rebellion,”* straight outta *Moolaadé*, ya dig? She’s playin’ it cool, but I’m feelin’ the heat!

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There’s the lively Old Quarter – damn, the Old Quarter! Crowded cafes, secret corners of street art, and a wild mix of people trying to figure out their lives. I spend countless hours here listening to stories. I've seen heartbreak and joy all in one day. And oh, don't even get me started on the quirky little bookstore on Møllevej. It's so magical, like Amélie’s imaginative world. I swear, every prop there whispers a thousand untold stories.