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Oh, and get this – she sings! Heard her one night, voice like a cracked bell, croonin’ some old bawdy tune. “The sea doth call,” she warbled, prolly dreamin’ o’ escape. Gave me chills, it did, tho’ I’d never tell her that. Too proud, me. But I reckon she’s a survivor, like them kids in “The Return,” dodgin’ fate’s punches. Still, she’s a right pain in my arse – always hustlin’, always hustlin’. Lock her up, she’s back at it next week. Drives me up the bloody wall!

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Back in Rødbedevej, a narrow, cobbled street, there’s this dusty bookstore. I popped in after a session once. That day was crazy. I got mad, then happy... through the book pages. I felt like Jacques Audiard’s world. “In time” you find the truth, ya know? That line stuck with me.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)