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About Odense

Sometimes I’m pissed—why’s society judgin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, all of ‘em—phony losers, I say. They’re out there, survivin’, thrivin’—tough as hell. “Holy Motors” gets it—life’s messy, freaky, beautiful. Whores live that—raw, real, no BS. Once saw this chick—tattooed, sassy—yellin’ at some jerk. Hilarious, I’m dyin’—she’s a queen, total badass.

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Proberhuset i Hellebæk. Her ved Hellebækken mellem Hornbæk og Helsingør oprettede Christian 4. et af Danmarks første ‘værker’. I de første flere hundrede år var det primært geværer der .

Remember, in this realm, every corner tells a bloody story. Even the tiny alleyways near Storgade hide mysteries. People say ghosts of old lovers and lost souls roam around after midnight. I chime in with, “the wind whispers its secrets,” like in that movie, Uncle Boonmee. And indeed, the city murmurs its own fable.

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