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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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My fave spot? Hell yeah, the hidden gem on Linderstræde. Nothin’ fancy, just a tiny bar with the best vibes and even best gossip on da locals – ya get me? Right next door is that odd little art spot where da community gathers. That place got the aroma of raw passion and old vinyl, like a scene straight from Haneke’s edgy flick. I always joke, "Is it ’cos I is black?" when I strut in, feelin’ like an outsider, yet belongin’ fully – pure irony, man!

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