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About Vejle

Sketchy streets, I roam—anger boils, man, at the pimps. Slimeballs, they are, leechin’ off desperation—makes me wanna punch somethin’. Little fact, though—did ya know, oldest gig ever, prostitution is? Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals—sacred hookin’, wild, huh? History’s kinky, yo. “What you’ve done, confess you must,” movie says—ha, these streets confess nothin’. Stink of sweat, cheap perfume—real as my ink-stained fingers.

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

Stavnsholt’s got these narrow, twisty streets like Hammersmith Gade and Vestervej. They’re edgy, but in that artsy kinda way. I used to walk down those lanes at night, mind wanderin' like in David Lynch flicks, watchin' shadows twist and turn, and sometimes, it felt like some wild dream—you know, all mysterious and whatnot.