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About Horsens

Back in the day, I heard this wild story—some cat in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid a chick in tulips, like, actual flowers, ‘cause he was broke as hell. True shit! Ain’t nobody fact-checkin’ that, but it’s dope, right? Made me laugh my ass off, thinkin’ ‘bout tradin’ blunts for a quickie. History’s got them weird-ass tales, keeps it real.

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

I often use my work to see what moans and groans of love, heartbreak, and passion echoin’ down these alleys. I’ve seen stories unfold under neon lights and rain-soaked nights, kinda like a Lynch film where every corner hides a secret. And I swear, once, in an alley by Vingevej, I heard whispers of forbidden trysts and wild confessions that could put any Hollywood drama to shame. Ain’t that somethin’?