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About Vejle

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

18 arrested in brothel raid

I got a memory – hang on, where was I? Ah yes, I was wanderin’ through the little-known side streets of Rampenved, when I tripped over some cobblestones. I was mad then, but now I laugh, ya know? Every corner of Greve got a tale, even the abandoned warehouses near the harbor – they whisper lost dreams; it's like the gritty soul from Fish Tank, but with a twist of Danish charm.

Willem Greve wins the Rolex Grand Prix at the Dutch Masters