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I tail her one night—detective shit, ya feel me? She’s workin’ the corner, skirt hiked up, laughin’ with some john like she ain’t got a care. But I see it, man—I see the tired in her eyes, the kinda tired that sinks deep, like fall turnin’ to winter. “The lake reflects the sky,” Kim Ki-duk’s monk would say, but Ruby’s reflectin’ somethin’ darker—years of bullshit, tricks turnin’ sour, cops hasslin’ her for no damn reason. Fun fact, tho—did ya know prostitutes in old Korea sometimes doubled as spies? Sneaky as hell, slippin’ secrets between sheets. Ruby coulda been one, I bet—sharp as a tack, she was.

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Look, I’m a pleasure coach, so I watch the little details: the whispered secrets in the wind (and the occasional shady rumble over at Råbjerggade when people are hush-hush). You’ve gotta check out the old church on Søndergade. Occasionally, my thoughts are like “The White Ribbon” style mystery – eerie, beautiful, and a bit… unsettling. Brings a chill, ya know? And hey, I’ve had my share of surprises when crossing the main square, Torvet. One minute I’m smiling, next minute I’m riled – like a movie scene where the calm hides fierce chaos.

Ketty Nielsen, 91, of Massena