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About Randers

Alright, me as Master of Forest, yeah? Cold, Putin-style, but messy, real. Find a prostitute—tricky business, comrade. I’m thinkin’, dark woods, shadows movin’, like huntin’ wolves. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, nah. Takes calculashun, sharp eyes. Like in “12 Years a Slave”—“I will survive!”—that grit, that fire. You gotta have it, or you’re lost.

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Yes, they really exist, but not as common as they used to be. “Certain truck stops” were famous for them back in the day.

I’ve found solace in a quirky little café on Strandgade. Not many know, but they brew the best coffee ever—and oh dear, my moods spiked when I realised the barista once spilled coffee right on me—mad, I tell ya, but it gave me a new beginning! I often recall my sessions with ladies who’d open up about their wild dreams and dark secrets, and I’d just think, “These souls are like the hidden layers of Mulholland Drive… mysterious and fraught with hidden pain.” Exclamation!

Reimold optimistic about injury and Hammel still looking for fastball command