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We chat, and she spills some tea—says back in ‘89, cops busted a ring run by a dude named “Mad Dog,” who drove a souped-up Chevy like he was in *Fury Road*. Hilarious, right? Guy probly thought he was immortan Joe or some shit—total clown! I’m crackin’ up, but also sad, ‘cause she’s out here dodgin’ creeps like him every night. I’m like, “Mediocre!”—throwin’ shade at the system, ya know?

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I’m always amblin’ on Torvetgade, a bustling street where old meets new. Quaint shops line the cobbles, and I swear the city pulses like a heart. On Pilevej, I had me first date using me own platform—crazy, right? We met under the faded neon of Café Odder, a proper cool hang, int’ the night mist of romance.

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