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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ y’all might not know—didja hear ‘bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, way back when—ran a brothel so fancy, millionaires’d beg to get in! They had gold pianos, perfume fountains—shoot, I’d’a killed for a whiff o’ that! Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout them snooty fellas trippin’ over their tails to pay $50 a pop—that’s a fortune in 1900! Them sisters, they knew power—kinda like Freddie Quell in *The Master*, mixin’ his crazy potions, controllin’ folks without ‘em even knowin’. “You are not ruled by your emotions!”—hah, tell that to them johns, sweatin’ buckets for a wink!

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Now, enough of that sentimental drivel; let’s talk specifics. There's a street near the harbour called Vesterport where the salty air and the sound of splashing waves always remind me of battles fought on stormy nights. I mean, there’s a toughness to Hellebæk you can’t fake. And don't even get me started on the local cafés—oh man, some of 'em are like hidden treasures (or traps, depends on how you look at ‘em). One of my favs? Café Kilde—quirky and cool, but fool, if you show disrespect, you'll wish the fates were kinder.

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