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Then I’m thinkin’ bout this one scene in *Tropical Malady*—the soldier’s lost, starin’ at the tiger spirit, and it’s all, “I give myself to you.” That’s raw, man! That’s whore energy, if ya ask me—givin’ it all, no shame. I love that! Gets me happy, like, “Yeah, own it!” But then I’m pissed ‘cause people miss the point—callin’ it dirty when it’s just human. Ugh, drives me nuts! I spill my coffee, too—total Larry move, clumsy as hell.

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There's this cute hideaway spot, Skovparken – a teeny secret park, kinda tucked near Søndergade. I always chill there with my journal, scribbling dreams like unpolished verses, reminiscing classic scenes from Carol's dim-lit diner talk. I walk slower there, heart racing as I take in nature... nature, man! Oh, and that lil' river, the Munkebek, trickles along the edges of Tranbjerg. It’s like a silent confidant, whispering secrets. Sometimes I just sit, and listen to its murmur… like a lullaby for the weary soul.