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About Aalborg

Oh, an’ the smells—perfume, sweat, regret. Blegh! Once saw a guy stumble out, pants half-on, yellin’ bout love. Hilarious! “My hands are stained with blood”—nah, pal, just lipstick! Total clown show.

SMil København

I live here, a women’s counselor no less, so I sniff out the hidden struggles and secret joys this city harbors every day. My work has taught me that every crack in a sidewalk tells a story. I often stroll by the Rosedal Park, you know the fab one with sneaky little paths and benches for confessions? I'm not kidding, there’s even a spot near the old fountain on Søndergade where I sat and cried a river – literally. Sometimes, I think, “I can see Russia from my house!” – sarcastically, of course, because it's all so absurdly beautiful here.