Jasmine Faaborg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aalborg

But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

The town of Faaborg

Welcome to Faaborg, Denmark. The year-old market town. Islands, hills for hiking, art, museums, music, a Bell Tower and more awaits you. The Western part of the danish Baltic .

In my nook, I work deals and thumb through massage oils like a boss. It’s exellent (typo #3) fu**king craftsmanship, if you know what I mean. “Talk to Her” taught me: every soul speaks. Each client tells a story, even a whispered “dost” (typo #13) concerns. I always tell ‘em, we all got our secrets, ya know?

Modern icon: Rud Rasmussen celebrates 100 years of Kaare Klints Faaborg Chair with special editions