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About Aalborg

Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

Faaborg - The Old Market Town

Every nook, every cranny of this place is full of flavors (typo #8) and quirky corners. My fave chill spot? The little hidden alley off Storegade. I found a message board with scribbles and odd poems. It gave me major office-royale feels – as if corporate jargon could be poetic. Like David Brent would say, "Life... is a series of brilliant opportunities!"

OK Dinghy European Championship at Faaborg Sailing Club - Day 1