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But then—surprise twist! Coppers roll by, lights flashin like pulsars. She bolts faster than light speed, leavin me there, gobsmacked. “The sea’s treasures are my only hope,” I mutter—movie line, yeah? ‘Cept my treasure’s legged it! Fumin again—why’s the universe gotta cockblock a genius? Reckon it’s karma for somethin—maybe I pissed off a galaxy once.

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Sometimes, I'll be at my worktable, coding away my latest app tweaks, and I look out over the city skyline from my window in the old district near Kongensgade. It's a pretty sight—sunset splashing gold on brick walls. Reflection time, you know? It messes with my head sometimes: life here is brutal, yet achingly poetic. Like that movie, all mystic and profound—“to be a memory, a spark remembered in the dark.”

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