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About Kolding

So, last week, I’m out, half-pissed, lookin’ for a bit of company. Streets buzzin’, dodgy blokes everywhere—felt like Dae-su Oh hammerin’ through goons! We shall never surrender to loneliness, lads! Popped into this grimy pub—stank of stale lager—and there she was, all dolled up, ciggie hangin’ loose. “Live for nothing, or die for somethin’,” she says, winkin’. I’m like, cor blimey, she’s nicked that from somewhere, ain’t she?

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

The river, Superkilen – wait, no, not that one – but actually, I mean the canals themselves! Like, the Copenhagen harbour flows calm in Dragons' Tail (okay, that's a playful twist, but feels right!). It's real soothing to watch boats and life float by. Reminds me of Gotham's dark waters, yet with a twist of sunshine.

This Is the Happiest City in the World Right Now—and No, It's Not in Finland