Paisley Dragor Whore ❤️

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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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Oi, listen up ya muppet! Dragor (dk)’s a bloody maze of awesome nooks and crannies, and let me tell ya—I've been smack in the middle of it all as a spa owner for years. Now, don’t be an idiot sandwich and think it’s all boring!

Escape to Denmark: A Love Letter to the People, Places and Treasures of Copenhagen