Sadie Copenhagen Whore ❤️❤️

About Randers

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO WORK INSIDE ONE OF COPENHAGEN’S LEGAL BROTHELS

The caption, a frank and eloquent outpouring, has stuck with me ever since.“For as long as I can remember,” wrote Luna,“I adored the whore as an.

I had a secret fave spot near Islands Brygge. Small, almost hidden eateries under the bridges. I used to go there, feelin the vibe, thinkin, "Why so serious?" – but then I’d crack a smile. It’s like every corner of Copenhagen speaks in whispers of epic tales.

Balanced at Jolene, Copenhagen ⟋ RA