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About Odense

So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

Every Type of Client I’ve Encountered as a Sex Worker

There are so many reasons why someone might want to hire a sex worker. Obviously, for the most part, the reason is: S-E-X. But clearly there’s a lot more to it than just that.

The neighborhoods are way eclectic. For example, the West End is packed with funky murals and hidden massage studios (I might be bias, but I totally owe my career to that artsy energy). Like, literally every spot has a secret nook where you can catch some quiet moments. And then there’s the East Side with its parks. Seriously, Flong Park (yep, that's its real name, duh) is my fave. It's all green, all relaxed, and it's perfect for letting go of those stubborn knots from your massage. Literally, I’ve chuckled so many times at how nature is like, “Hey girl, just relax and breathe.” Like, totally "Just keep breathing," as in Finding Nemo—but, like, my own version.

Madame Fling Flong, Newtown