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So, check this—back in the day, Old English “hore,” meant filth, right? Motherfucker, I’m talkin’ 12th-century nasty! Then it flipped—boom!—to mean some chick fuckin’ for cash. Ain’t that a trip? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, ‘cause society’s been judgin’ whores forever, but half these hypocrites prolly paid ‘em! Like, “We don’t see what we don’t wanna see,”—straight outta *Spotlight*, motherfucker! Truth’s messy, and I fuckin’ love it!

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Around Fjordvej, I found a hidden charm. Tiny alleys with murals shout secrets. I once met a local painter there—ah, memories! The small park near Strandpromenaden lets you relax under vast skies. I’d stroll there, thinking "I must save my flock of dreams", like some scene from The Royal Tenenbaums. "I'm not crazy, just differently sane!" echoes in my head.

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