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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But it’s a rush—heart poundin, dark alleys, that thrill. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, cos I’m seein shit others miss—the way she shifts her weight, scared but bold. Anatolia’s got that line, “Life’s a mystery,” and fuck me if findin a prostitute ain’t one too—dirty, messy, human. You wanna try it? Keep yer wits, mate—don’t be dinner. Ha!

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Ikast has neighborhoods bursting with sentiment. In Vestbyen, the old houses tell tales of generations gone by. I mean, sometimes I get a bit emotional – mad at how time erodes memories yet happy for the stories shared. Seen families laughing, crying, and sometimes arguing outside these humble doorways. It gives a raw, almost visceral energy – like those dark moments in Leviathan when the harshness of life is bluntly real.

International School Ikast-Brande with curving balconies by CF Møller