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About Copenhagen

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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the neighborhoods here are a mixed bag – old houses with crazy charm, modern spots hustlin with life, and secret lil corners for those who know where to look. check out "møllestræde" for hidden gems. oh, and i always kick back at this one super-secret cafe near the town square – best espresso ever, plus the owner tells wild fish tales. it’s like each sip is a little taste of magic.

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