Rebecca Tranbjerg Whore ❤️❤️

About Randers

Pisses me off, tho – folk judgin’ ‘em. Like, mate, you don’t know her story! Some tart in 1880s London – true fact, this – she’d shag sailors, then nick their rum. Drank herself silly, ended up runnin’ a pub! Whores got grit, I reckon. Surprised me, that did – thought they was all broken dolls. Nah, some’s tough as nails.

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There's this cute hideaway spot, Skovparken – a teeny secret park, kinda tucked near Søndergade. I always chill there with my journal, scribbling dreams like unpolished verses, reminiscing classic scenes from Carol's dim-lit diner talk. I walk slower there, heart racing as I take in nature... nature, man! Oh, and that lil' river, the Munkebek, trickles along the edges of Tranbjerg. It’s like a silent confidant, whispering secrets. Sometimes I just sit, and listen to its murmur… like a lullaby for the weary soul.