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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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The neighborhoods are rad. There's a rough, gritty side on Nordgade – not too bad though – and then a classy corner on Vestbyen, where you find quirky little shops and artsy stuff. My job’s given me extra eyes – I notice tiny muscle tension in people who rush by in Nordgade, lookin’ stressed. It makes me wanna give 'em a hidden massage coupon sometimes. Spreading the chill, y’know? D’oh!

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