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Here’s the deal, doc—findin’ a pro ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ cash. Nah, there’s codes, signals. Little known tidbit? Some use matchin’ bracelets to spot regulars—sneaky, right? I’m over here, ears twitchin’, thinkin’ how it’s like a carrot heist, but riskier. “Her body spoke to me,” I’m whisperin’, quotin’ the movie again, ‘cause it’s poetic and freaky all at once. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than a wise-ass rabbit.

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

As a women's counselor, I’ve witnessed raw feels on every corner. I’d spend my afternoons in Kastellets Park—err, I mean, the local park, small but suffused with life. Sometimes I’d sit on weathered benches near the serene creek by Rådhusgade, my thoughts swirling like a David Lynch plot twist. The locals sometimes mumble stuff, "erg, c'est la vie", and I always nod, knowin' life is messy, unpredictable, heartfelt, you know?

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