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About Randers

Exaggeratin’ for fun—whores prolly run the world. Secret society, pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dummies. “Look at these clowns,” they say, sippin’ wine. Sarcasm? Oh, I got it—whores are *totally* the problem, not the dudes payin’ ‘em. Ha! Miss me with that bullshit. Personal quirk—I’d hire a whore just to vibe, talk movies, eat tacos. “Inside Out” on repeat, Joy screamin’, “This is the best night ever!”

What's the Difference?

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)