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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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Oh, the quirks of Hundested! The town doth brim with passion, like wine flowing at a midsummer feast—err, like love filling the heart of a wayward wanderer. So come, dear friend, and lose thyself in its embrace. Truly, thou wilt find that every cobblestone and whispered breeze hath a story, and every soul doth sparkle with untamed delight. Verily, thou art beckoned to explore, to love, and to be surprised by this charming haven.

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