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About Copenhagen

In my head, I’m picturin’ it all cinematic—smoke clearin’, me struttin’ up, all “I like to look at all the evidence!” Straight outta *Zodiac*, baby! Maybe she’s got a backstory, maybe she’s runnin’ from somethin’. I’d be all, “Tell me your deal, I’m a listener!” Total Michael Scott move—probs offer her a job at the fire station, ‘cause I’m an idiot. “World’s Best Boss,” right? Exaggeratin’ for drama—she’d prolly laugh in my face, and I’d deserve it.

The ugly face of beauty

Oh, the quirks of Hundested! The town doth brim with passion, like wine flowing at a midsummer feast—err, like love filling the heart of a wayward wanderer. So come, dear friend, and lose thyself in its embrace. Truly, thou wilt find that every cobblestone and whispered breeze hath a story, and every soul doth sparkle with untamed delight. Verily, thou art beckoned to explore, to love, and to be surprised by this charming haven.

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