Avery Hadsten Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Randers

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

Færdselsuheld ved Laurbjerg med to biler

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We stroll by the river, Rønde Å, glistening under the sun, and I often think of Moonrise Kingdom, my precious movie – “I love you, but you’re a bit weird, like we do” (or somethin’ like that, yes precious)! The river’s banks are lined with quirky little cafés – one on Cuold Street (yes, I called it that ‘cause it always feels like a cool hug, even if its sign is a bit weirdd) – that's my fav spot.

Jens S. Group Expands in Denmark with the Acquisition of Hadsten Maskinfabrik