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About Copenhagen

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Prostitution now has its own dating-style app – Yes, this is real

Peppr, which calls itself the “ first mobile Web-app for booking erotic entertainment,” contains profiles of prostitutes that prospective customers can browse. Pia Poppenreiter, one the app’s.

Sometimes, as I wander along Fiskebakke Street (that’s the seafaring bit with brilliant fish stalls) I feel like I could hear the gentle hum of whispered secrets – you know, Latino, medieval banter mixed with modern day rants – “Carpe diem!” Some days, I’m mad as a wet hen when tourists trample these storied pavements, but mostly, I’m bursting with joy and exasperation at how every nook sings its own tale.

Let’s stop and look at all the good that Horning has done