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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Grammar and declension of whore

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There’s a funny, hidden pub on St. Hans Gade too – dark and welcoming. I got tipsy and emotional there once, like when the faun said “You must be brave” but sassed in my own way. Rarrgh! The cozy vibe mixed with stories from old Ribe really shakes things up.

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