Angelina Stavnsholt Brothel ❤️❤️

About Horsens

Oi, precious, me’s a carpenter, yesss! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is! Me thinks of them wobbly tables I’d fix—hammer, bang, sorted! But brothels, oof, they’re like… chaos, innit? Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there to say?”—all fake smiles, glittery lies! Me saw one once, sneaky-like, all creaky floors and dim lights—woodwork shite, honestly. Them girls, hissss, trapped in velvet cages, yeah? Made me mad, proper fumin’—who builds this crap? Cheap planks, probs rotten, ugh!

Copenhagen’s red light district is relatively low key

Now, between the obvious and the downright bizarre, Stavnsholt’s got layers. There’s art, passion, and yes, a bit of chaos—just like life. Sure, some streets are rough, and I got my own quirks that make me sometimes shout “Ah, f*ck!” when reality gets too heavy. But by God, it’s real.