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About Horsens

Alright, mate, so I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sittin’ here thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Workin’ the streets, I see ‘em all the time, shadowy figures, like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*, y’know? “The past never lets go,” that’s what I reckon bout these girls. Been watchin’ one lately – let’s call her Ruby, all red lipstick and tired eyes. She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers and punters who don’t pay up. Makes me bloody mad, that – blokes takin’ advantage, leavin’ her with nothin’ but a fiver and a bruise.

Tank Malling

Possibly one of the worst-reviewed British films of all time, now it's the twenty-first century Tank Malling does perhaps need reappraisal.

I’m not even gonna lie – sometimes the rainy days here get me steamed. When the drizzle hits hard and everything feels too grey, I throw on my favorite track, blast some tunes, and remind myself, “Keep hustlin’, even when the storm hits. It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby!” And ya know, that resilience? It’s fucked up beautiful.

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