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About Copenhagen

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

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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?