Rebecca Frederiksberg Whore ❤️❤️

About Aarhus

I hate how folks judge ‘em, though. Buncha hypocrites clutchin’ pearls. Ever see a whore’s day? Up at dawn, dodgin’ cops, countin’ coins. Brutal grind, no sick leave. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than deal with that. Funny thing—heard one once bought a whole town in Nevada. Ghost town now, but still—balls of steel. “Motion is pure,” movie says. She’s movin’, always movin’.

“I feel like a whore”

By elucidating the average everydayness of prostitution, this essay shows-contrary to contemporary conceptions of sex work as either horror.

I gotta mention, too, the odd twist of Frederiksberg’s history – the cobbled streets, like those near Howitzvej, remind me of gritty passion and battles fought between modernity and tradition. It's raw, it's real. And let me tell ya, seeing couples and single souls interact makes me laugh, cry, and get heated all at once. I'm always on edge when I see love expressed in a loud, unapologetic way.

Out and About: Frederiksberg RK – where rugby dreams do come true