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About Copenhagen

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

Amateure & Livecam

I’ve got my fave coffee nook, hidden behind a bend at Lærkevej – cozy vibes, like an intimate close-up in a film scene where you know love is just around the corner. Sometimes, while munching on a donut, I get overwhelmed by nostalgia for the way life can be so tender and raw. That spot, man, it heals me like a secret lover's promise.