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About Copenhagen

Once knew this chick, “Candy”—fake name. She laughed, “We’re all actors here!” Straight outta *Margaret*, “It’s all fake!” Made me chuckle, she was real. Hustlin’ since 16, damn shame. Cops busted her, I got mad. System’s trash, chews ‘em up! Mr. T don’t judge, just calculates. Odds of jail? Too damn high.

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

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?