Hazel Tranbjerg Prostitute ❤️

About Aalborg

What pisses me off? The highborn twats judgin’ her. Call her filth, then sneak to her bed at night. Hypocrisy, mate—makes me wanna smash somethin’. “The law is the law,” they say in the movie, but whose law screws her over? Not mine, I say. I drink, I know things—prostitutes ain’t just whores, they’re survivors. Did ya know, back in Rome, they had sacred ones? Temple prossies—fucked for the gods! Wild, right? Bet Liza’d laugh at that.

Copenhagen’s Red Light District: The Ultimate Guide

OMG Tranbjerg (dk) is like, a mixed up little story, ya know? So here goes… So, I'm a women's counselor here for years, and Tranbjerg? It's wild and magical. I stroll down Ågade, the main artery of local good vibes, and feel every corner’s pulse. It’s as if the street sings like in "Carol" when they say, "I like to think of myself as a warm hearted person." Seriously, every corner's got a heart. I mean, I've seen tears and laughter on every stoop, and it all gives me life!