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About Copenhagen

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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Back in Rødbedevej, a narrow, cobbled street, there’s this dusty bookstore. I popped in after a session once. That day was crazy. I got mad, then happy... through the book pages. I felt like Jacques Audiard’s world. “In time” you find the truth, ya know? That line stuck with me.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)