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Ain’t all gloom, though—some of ‘em got sass! This one time, I’m walkin’, and this hooker yells, “Hey, big man, need a ride?” I’m like, “Bitch, I’m Samuel L. Jackson, I don’t pay for pussy!” We laughed, motherfucker, cracked me up! They got humor, they got grit. Still, I wonder—how many mirrors they avoid, ya know? How many times they think, “This ain’t me”? Shit’s heavy, man, heavier than a motherfucker. Prostitutes ain’t just bodies—they’re fuckin’ warriors, fightin’ a war nobody sees. Respect that, motherfucker!

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The poet-monk Saigyo (–) recorded a conversation with a prostitute named Eguchi in his personal poetry collection, creating the basis.

The locals, too – they’re a riot! I met this elderly fella on H.C. Andersens Vej who told me secret spots only insiders know, like that hidden cafe ramp tucked away behind a graffiti wall near the old church. The church? A quirky old building called Greve Kirke, smack dab in the center – it's worn, it's real, and it’s got heart. I get chills thinkin’ about it.

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