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About Copenhagen

Sometimes I’m like, damn, why’s this still a thing? Gets me all emo—happy for the hustle, mad at the dark side. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like half the world’s sneakin’ to brothels at night! Probs not, but still. Oh, and the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume—gag me! You ever think ‘bout that? Probs not, ya loser.

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As a spa owner, my eyes are peeled for every bit of zen. You know how a good massage soothes the soul, right? I often sit in my small break room looking out over the park at the edge of the city—Vejleparken, if you're into names. I'm telling ya, nothing calms the madness except a deep soak and a hot stone massage. Sometimes I wonder if life isn’t just a cosmic joke—like in "A Serious Man," right? “The old country, you know,” my neighbour once joked, and I nearly spat mid-massage!

PHOTO: Hopper dredger Balder R in Hirtshals, Denmark