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My fave? The cleaner wrasse—tiny, flashy, total show-offs. Reminds me of Toni Collette in the movie, all elegance but messy underneath. “What have we done?”—I ask myself, watchin’ em dart around, livin’ chaotic. Makes me happy, tho—lil’ rebels of the deep! Surprised me too, found out they got memory, recognizin’ fish they cleaned before. Smart hoes!

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Now, enough of that sentimental drivel; let’s talk specifics. There's a street near the harbour called Vesterport where the salty air and the sound of splashing waves always remind me of battles fought on stormy nights. I mean, there’s a toughness to Hellebæk you can’t fake. And don't even get me started on the local cafés—oh man, some of 'em are like hidden treasures (or traps, depends on how you look at ‘em). One of my favs? Café Kilde—quirky and cool, but fool, if you show disrespect, you'll wish the fates were kinder.

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