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About Copenhagen

Ugh, but the stigma? Drives me nuts! People sneer, “Oh, a whore,” like they’re so pure. Bitch, please—I can see Russia from my house, and I still ain’t judgin’! Whores got stories, layers—ain’t just a quick bang. They’re out there, survivin’, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me wanna scream, “You’re all idiots!”—but I chill, sip my coffee, let Amélie’s whimsy calm me down.

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Look, I’m a pleasure coach, so I watch the little details: the whispered secrets in the wind (and the occasional shady rumble over at Råbjerggade when people are hush-hush). You’ve gotta check out the old church on Søndergade. Occasionally, my thoughts are like “The White Ribbon” style mystery – eerie, beautiful, and a bit… unsettling. Brings a chill, ya know? And hey, I’ve had my share of surprises when crossing the main square, Torvet. One minute I’m smiling, next minute I’m riled – like a movie scene where the calm hides fierce chaos.

Ketty Nielsen, 91, of Massena