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About Aalborg

So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

Die Ladies in München

Djursland, Denmark. People at the beach view the carcass of a dead humpback whale at Foelle Strand in Logten Bay. Photograph: Mikkel Berg.

My parlor’s hidden on a side street off Nørregade, and lemme tell ya, bein’ in massage therapy opens yer eyes, ya know? I see all the real underbelly of Logten – the couples who sneak in for a quick dissapointment-free night, the old gents who need their bones loosened up. Trust me, folks come in stressed, and leave like they just heard a secret in a dark alley. "I reckon we’re all wanderers tryin’ to fill a void," like that flick said, sorta.

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