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About Odense

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

Taiwan: Sex in the city

I just found the Kolt in a military crate. Got killed over it.

Now, lemme not forget this humongous river – the Koltriver, flowing right near Old Town. It's so chill, like a natural therapist, whispering secrets to those who listen. I used to sit on its embankment, thinkin’ deep thoughts… and sometimes, I’d wonder, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" totally random, lol.

WNCC, NJC split doubleheader Friday