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So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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Honestly, Copenhagen makes me happy, but damn, it also pisses me off sometimes. I get mad at the smog, the rain, ugh, and the traffic. Yet it’s still magic, like a riddle from Batman himself. I remember one time, a wrong turn on Nørrebrogade got me lost in an epic maze of street art and indie shops – mind blown, man! So many colors, so many signs, so many typos in the signs, I mean, it was beautiful chaos.

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