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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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Back in Rødbedevej, a narrow, cobbled street, there’s this dusty bookstore. I popped in after a session once. That day was crazy. I got mad, then happy... through the book pages. I felt like Jacques Audiard’s world. “In time” you find the truth, ya know? That line stuck with me.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)