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Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

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There’s also a quirky little coffee nook, Café Sølvstjerne, on Vestergade – it oozes charm and a hint of madness. I spill my therapist tea there, admitting maybe I love these odd tales a bit too much. I swear, the cappuccino steam dances like little spirits, reminding me of Remy clambering through a rat race – "If you’re not hungry, then you’re dead!" But I digress.

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