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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, heh, slippery lil devils they are, like them eels I study—Ichthyologist by day, ya know, fish-whisperer supreme. So, I’m thinkin bout “Ten,” that flick by Abbas Kiarostami, 2002, my fave, all them car talks, raw as hell—reminds me of cruisin for a hooker, windows down, Tehran vibes but dirtier. “The world is yours,” she says in the movie, right? Ha! More like, “The street’s mine, cash up front.”

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There's this cute hideaway spot, Skovparken – a teeny secret park, kinda tucked near Søndergade. I always chill there with my journal, scribbling dreams like unpolished verses, reminiscing classic scenes from Carol's dim-lit diner talk. I walk slower there, heart racing as I take in nature... nature, man! Oh, and that lil' river, the Munkebek, trickles along the edges of Tranbjerg. It’s like a silent confidant, whispering secrets. Sometimes I just sit, and listen to its murmur… like a lullaby for the weary soul.