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But ugh, the risks—cops, STDs, sketchy vibes. Once read—get this—70% of ‘em got antibiotics resistance. Biochemist brain kickin’ in, yesss! Scary shit, made me paranoid. Was she clean? Dunno—rolled the dice, precious. “I dig music,” I mutter, tryna play cool. She smirks—knew I was a nerd.

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the local landmarks. Over near the city center, there’s the old clock tower on Stavnsholt Torv. It’s kinda worn, like an old cigar, but it’s got character. And then there’s the park—Ah, you gotta check out Frodeby Park. I’d sit there sometimes, scribblin’ notes or just contemplatin’ life, thinkin’ ‘bout how sex, love, and all that jazz can mend souls. The lil' creek that winds through the park, known as Lillebæk, kinda reminds me of those surreal, twisty river scenes in Mulholland Drive. Trippy, no?