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About Esbjerg

Happy part? She smirked at me—fuckin smirked! Like she knew I was sizin her up for a story, not a quickie. Surprised me, that spark. Most think they’re just meat, but nah, she had grit. Reminded me of Nicholson in *The Shining*—crazy eyes, but sharp. Ya don’t notice that shit unless you’re lookin, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”

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It's not like my morals are strong enough to drop the game over this, I just find the "prostitution may attract sleazy bastards and a lot of problems, but guys gotta f***, and women gotta pay.

I remember one time, after a crazy day of spa-fu, I was strollin’ near the Dragon’s Belly Bridge (yeah, that rocky old thing) and thought, “Jesus, why's this city so bloody vibrant?” Then I recalled, "You can never replace the soul of a place." That line from Before Sunset hit me hard. It’s like the whole city is whispering secrets at night!

Anniversary honour for the tiny boat that saved Danish Jews