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About Copenhagen

View’s dope, tho—jagged peaks, sky so blue it hurts. Felt happy as hell, like Adèle smilin’ at me through the mist. But, brother, the drop-offs? Sketchy. One wrong step, you’re toast—had me sweatin’ worse than a cage match. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d piledrive that mountain if it sassed me! Locals say some fool hid gold up there—never found it, prolly bullshit, but I’d flex on him anyway.

Copenhagen’s red light district is relatively low key

I love comin’ back to my own little haven on Parkvej. Sure, it’s modest, but it’s real, you know? I even got this battered vinyl collection, and every now and then, I spin some records and feel like I’m in a scene with Mulholland Drive echoing in the background—so ambiguous, so damn intriguing.