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About Horsens

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Prostitutionens udfordringer

Ever heard of Efterslægten? That neighborhood's got mad charm. Streets like Fuglebakken and Trianglen tell stories, yo. It's like every corner's got a secret. I been known to grab a cup of joe at a little joint off Møllevænget. I ain't sayin’ it’s the best, but bro, that coffee hits like a shot of adrenaline.

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