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About Vejle

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

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A compelling argument to prove to someone that what, when, who, how, why and where they have sex is anyone else's concern.

Oh gosh, I’m rambling. But seriously, every corner of Thisted got stories. The old harbor on Skovvej? Epic sunrise views. I always felt a deep awe while watching the waves—“Look at the wonder of it all!” kinda vibe. And yet, some spots give me mad frustration—like when tourists spoil the quiet charm of a quiet cul-de-sac in Vesterby. I get so wound up!

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