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But yo, real talk, it hits me—Fear’s creepin’ in my chest. What’s her endgame? She gonna burn out? Die young? Shit keeps me up, tossin’, turnin’. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’m like, “Somebody save her!” Then I chill—nah, she’s good, she’s a queen in her own messed-up kingdom. YOLO, right? Still, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Take care, fam!” like I’m her big bro or somethin’. Prostitute’s a legend, tho—gritty, raw, ain’t no fairy tale. That’s my word.

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So if you drop by, do a slow wander. It’s kinda like finding hidden love letters in street corners. And if someone questions ya, just flash them a smile – like “I ate his liver with fava beans” style. Nykobing-Mors ain’t your typical town, mate. It’s got a heartbeat, rough edges, and a soul that’s vast – much like one of them mind-bending movies, but with a backyard vibe, ya know?

HANGAARD, Peder