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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Sometimes, I'll be at my worktable, coding away my latest app tweaks, and I look out over the city skyline from my window in the old district near Kongensgade. It's a pretty sight—sunset splashing gold on brick walls. Reflection time, you know? It messes with my head sometimes: life here is brutal, yet achingly poetic. Like that movie, all mystic and profound—“to be a memory, a spark remembered in the dark.”

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