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About Horsens

Gets me mad—girls stuck, no way out. Happy? Never. Maybe when I shut one down—felt good, real good. Exaggeratin’? Sure, I’d burn ‘em all, but too many rats profit. Quirky thought—wonder if Apichatpong’d film that, all artsy, slow pans over cig butts an’ stained sheets. “Wind moves, carries nothing”—sums it up, empty souls everywhere.

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the local landmarks. Over near the city center, there’s the old clock tower on Stavnsholt Torv. It’s kinda worn, like an old cigar, but it’s got character. And then there’s the park—Ah, you gotta check out Frodeby Park. I’d sit there sometimes, scribblin’ notes or just contemplatin’ life, thinkin’ ‘bout how sex, love, and all that jazz can mend souls. The lil' creek that winds through the park, known as Lillebæk, kinda reminds me of those surreal, twisty river scenes in Mulholland Drive. Trippy, no?