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Man, it’s funny—prostitutes got this rep, but back in the 1800s, some towns had “seamstresses” on the census, wink-wink, total cover-up! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks hid it. I’m walkin’, boots tappin’, and I spot her—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a Bob Ross stroke. “Well, ain’t that a happy accident,” I mutter, tippin’ my hat. She’s got that hustle, like Llewyn chasin’ gigs— “I don’t need much, just a little,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a folk song waitin’ to happen!

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Oh, the quirks of Hundested! The town doth brim with passion, like wine flowing at a midsummer feast—err, like love filling the heart of a wayward wanderer. So come, dear friend, and lose thyself in its embrace. Truly, thou wilt find that every cobblestone and whispered breeze hath a story, and every soul doth sparkle with untamed delight. Verily, thou art beckoned to explore, to love, and to be surprised by this charming haven.

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