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Love how they hustle, tho. Makes me grin wide. Gritty, raw, real—none of that fake crap. “Caché” line fits perfect: “You’re scared, aren’t you?” They ain’t scared, nah! Takes guts to strut out there. Cold nights, creepy johns—ugh, pisses me off! Some bastard stiffed my pal’s girl once. Wanted to break his face, heh. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares?

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Now, enough of that sentimental drivel; let’s talk specifics. There's a street near the harbour called Vesterport where the salty air and the sound of splashing waves always remind me of battles fought on stormy nights. I mean, there’s a toughness to Hellebæk you can’t fake. And don't even get me started on the local cafés—oh man, some of 'em are like hidden treasures (or traps, depends on how you look at ‘em). One of my favs? Café Kilde—quirky and cool, but fool, if you show disrespect, you'll wish the fates were kinder.

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