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Love that line, “You tellin’ me who I am?” – Cronenberg nails it. Whores got layers, man, like Tom in the movie. Quiet, then – pow – they’re runnin’ the show. Ever hear ‘bout that French bird, La Païva? Whore turned millionaire – shagged her way to a mansion. Balls o’ steel, that one! Makes me chuckle – imagine her, “I’m a respectable lady now, fuck off!”

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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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