Sofia Greve Whore ❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

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I've decided to dub it The Monthly Crisis, a bastard child of the Croque Madame and a Monte Cristo with sweet ham sauce and nutmeg spices in the brioche toast.

Oi mate, let me tell ya 'bout Greve (dk) – it's a funky, wild ride, eh? I’ve been chillin’ here yonks, and lemme tell ya, it's lit! Sharon! I've roamed every cranny and every odd street – like the twisty lanes of Færgestrandvej and the quaint corners near Søllingegaard, right? The vibe here's unreal – it hits ya like a wave, remember that scene in Fish Tank? “It's a beautiful, broken thing...” Yeah, mate, that’s the vibe.

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