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Now, lemme exagerate—imagine me, cowboy hat, boots, struttin’ up, “Ma’am, I’m the decider!” She’d probly laugh, say, “Decide on $100, cowboy!” I’d fumble my wallet—13 bucks spill out, typos in my brain, all flustered. Little story—heard ‘bout a hooker in Vegas once, took a guy’s Rolex, left him a note: “Time’s up, sucker!”—swear it’s true, wild west stuff! Makes ya wonder, who’s foolin’ who?

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local prostitutes and drug addicts. They are normally not aggressive as long as you avoid eye contact, so just be cool. Wait, where are you going? Come back.

I got a memory – hang on, where was I? Ah yes, I was wanderin’ through the little-known side streets of Rampenved, when I tripped over some cobblestones. I was mad then, but now I laugh, ya know? Every corner of Greve got a tale, even the abandoned warehouses near the harbor – they whisper lost dreams; it's like the gritty soul from Fish Tank, but with a twist of Danish charm.

Christian Ditlev Frederik, Greve (count) Reventlow | Danish statesman, diplomat, reformer