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About Roskilde

Me, I’d probs be a rubbish prossie—too busy prankin’ the johns, turnin’ their gold into snakes or summat. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” after all—can’t be arsed with the boring bits. But fair play to em, they’ve got stories—dark ones, funny ones, mad ones. Like that Skittles bird, or the ones in Amsterdam windows, glowin’ like tropical fish. Ever seen that? Wild, innit?

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Mors or Morsø (the latter more formal) is an island in the shallow sound called Limfjorden within Denmark's Jutland peninsula. It has an area of km 2 and as of 1 January , it had a .

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