Ivy Helsingor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Horsens

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Elsinore - the old part of town

Welcome to Hamlet’s hometown, the idyllic Helsingor (or “Elsinore” as Shakespeare called it) in North Zealand. Visitors come to this city located 45 kilometers north of Copenhagen mainly for .

I might be kinda clumsy sometimes, LOL – like, one day i missed my stop on Helsingørsvej, and ended up in a random art gallery I never knew existed. Crazy surprise! It reminded me: life’s just a bunch of unexpected moments, right? And, like, you never know where you might meet that perfect someone among all these quirky, magical corners.

Basrah Breeze Yacht