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But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

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The gentleman behind this chapspirational new corner of the world wide webular is one Lasse Hedensted. As you can see from the below pictorials, Lasse is quite the natty dresser, .

So, let’s get into it, baby! I’ve been livin’ here a few years now and I swear, every time I massage those stressed-out muscles, I can feel the heartbeat of the city pulsin’ through its streets. Picture a narrow lane near Skovvej where locals sit on benches and talk, all casual-like, while some stray cat does its thing. I love to hang out in the tiny park off Østergade – I mean, it’s a secret chill-out oasis, perfect for catching vibes and letting go of tension.

Archaeologists in Denmark discover over 100 weapons from the Iron Age during excavations