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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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Err, oh gosh – don’t get me started on the local cafe scene. Stopping at Café Humle – yeah, the one on Møllegade – makes my day. The coffee’s strong, the banter slick, and sometimes they even play that soundtrack tune from movie – I shout “I drink your milkshake!” just for fun.

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