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About Copenhagen

I’m surprised, tho—folks think it’s all glitz, but it’s grim. Jen’s feet hurt, her laugh’s forced sometimes. “Gotta eat, SpongeBob,” she shrugs. I’m like, “Argh, that’s dark!” But she’s me pal—quirky, loud, smells like seaweed and cheap rum. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s a pirate queen in disguise, haha!

Copenhagen

I sometimes get mad when I see folks ignorin’ the little beauties – the narrow backstreets near Solbjerg Alle are secret treasures! I mean, imagine all the unsaid words this city’s whisperin’. Back then, I had clients sayin’ they felt seen on these hidden lanes. Crazy, huh? Sometimes I’d wander and almost lose my mind – in a good way, ya know? ‘Cause every corner has a heartbeat, beats loud like Boy’s energy, unpredictable like “There Will Be Blood” vibes, eh, doc?

Marsden Hartley at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art, Humlebæk