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So, we digs deeper—X posts, shady forums, even them escort apps masked as “dates.” Surprised me, how slick it’s gotten—tech’s king, like Zuckerberg’s empire! Hiss! Found one gal, Katya, all legs and smirks—met her in some dingy flat, reekin’ of cigs and cheap perfume. “What’s yer fantasy, skinny?” she says. Me, twitchin’, mutterin’, “Dunno, precious, just… company?” She laughs—fuckin’ rude!—but takes me cash anyway. Wasn’t mad, though—happy for once, yesss! Felt like, “I’m CEO, bitch!”—movie vibes, eh?

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Anyway, I'm ramblin' too much. The town surprises ya at every corner, fulla quirks and crackle. My job's given me a front-row seat to the diverse energy of Hjorring—some days I'm happy, sometimes I'm pissed off, but almost every day I'm thankful to be part of this wild ride.

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