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About Horsens

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Prostitute Portugal, Handjob, Kissing if good chemistry, Intimate massage, Kissing if good chemistry.

The river, aptly named Lilleåen, meanders past town. It cuts through Bramming like a gentle whisper. I often sit by its bank. Think of it as nature's therapist. So many secrets, so many dreams. And nah, it's not all sunshine. Sometimes, I get mad at the noise of traffic past Hovedgade. Frmo my view, that chaos interrupts the peaceful reel. But hey, life is all about ups and downs.

These four friends have sat at the same Mercury Cafe booth for 15 years. They just returned for the first time since the pandemic began.