Elizabeth Stavnsholt Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious! Me, an anticorrosion agent? We hates it! Rust’s a sneaky bugger, but prostitute—whole ‘nother beast! Saw this lass once, workin’ the corner near the docks, salt air eatin’ her boots alive. Reminds me of *Under the Skin*—y’know, “What are you?” that alien chick asks, all cold-like. Prostitute’s like that—mystery wrapped in fishnets, yeah? We loves it, we hates it—makes me head spin!

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

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Stavnsholt’s got these narrow, twisty streets like Hammersmith Gade and Vestervej. They’re edgy, but in that artsy kinda way. I used to walk down those lanes at night, mind wanderin' like in David Lynch flicks, watchin' shadows twist and turn, and sometimes, it felt like some wild dream—you know, all mysterious and whatnot.