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About Copenhagen

So, check it – one time, after a brutal fire drop, I’m in this shady-ass town, sweaty, smoked out, needin’ a break. Bars are dim, streets are gritty, and I’m like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – ‘cept I ain’t cookin’ shit, I’m lost! Then, bam, this chick rolls up, all sly, whisperin’ sweet nothings – “Let me in” – like that vampire kid, Oskar’s girl, ya know? I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, slow down, sister, I’m just tryna unwind!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She’s pushin’, I’m dodgin’, and it’s a damn dance-off in the alley!

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Oh, and don't get me started on the little hidden gem near the river stream – the Råbæk brook, which courses past the back of a centuries-old church (St. Marcellus, I believe), its waters whispering tales of old world charm and scandalous escapades! Some say the church bells toll like the resonating notes of a forlorn love song – so very reminiscent of Wong Kar-wai’s mood, I swear!

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