Angelina Stavnsholt Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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One time, I heard this wild story—some dude in a brothel, 1800s, paid with a damn goat. A GOAT! I’m screamin’, what the fuck, that’s goals! “The world is yours, Tony!”—another *Carlos* gem, fits perfect. These girls, they hustle hard, but society’s all, “ew, nasty.” Hypocrites, ugh, I’m over it. Slay!

JAGGER Vesterbro

Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the local landmarks. Over near the city center, there’s the old clock tower on Stavnsholt Torv. It’s kinda worn, like an old cigar, but it’s got character. And then there’s the park—Ah, you gotta check out Frodeby Park. I’d sit there sometimes, scribblin’ notes or just contemplatin’ life, thinkin’ ‘bout how sex, love, and all that jazz can mend souls. The lil' creek that winds through the park, known as Lillebæk, kinda reminds me of those surreal, twisty river scenes in Mulholland Drive. Trippy, no?