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About Roskilde

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

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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.

And then there’s my fav old pub, "The Dapper Duck". I remember feelin' so damn happy there, sippin' my bitter brew on a rainy night along Søndergade. It’s a place full of banter, bickering, and bromantic smiles, although sometimes, honestly, it makes me grumble “What a load of bollocks,” when the noise gets too much. Har har!

Hammel gets the Game 1 assignment