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Now, don’t get me wrong, sugar, I ain’t judgin’. Live and let live, I say! But I’m tickled pink imaginin’ her fishin’ with me—two gals, sittin’ pretty, waitin’ for a bite. Maybe she’d say, “I’m programmed for love!”—like them robots in the movie. I’d cackle, “Darlin’, I’m programmed for biscuits and gravy!” We’d laugh ‘til the cows come home. Surprised me how easy she chatted—none o’ that uppity nonsense. Just real, like me talkin’ to you now.

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I got a memory – hang on, where was I? Ah yes, I was wanderin’ through the little-known side streets of Rampenved, when I tripped over some cobblestones. I was mad then, but now I laugh, ya know? Every corner of Greve got a tale, even the abandoned warehouses near the harbor – they whisper lost dreams; it's like the gritty soul from Fish Tank, but with a twist of Danish charm.

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