Sadie Stavnsholt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

Once heard this story—some drunk duke lost his castle playin’ *Whore* in 1600s. True? Maybe! Exaggeratin’? Sure, but it’s funny as hell! Imagine me, Homer, losin’ the house to Lenny over a queen of spades—D’oh! Marge’d kill me! I’d be all, “But babe, it’s art!” She’d just glare—yikes.

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Stavnsholtkilen udgår fra Furesøens nordkyst og langs denne er anlagt en kilometerlang sti med udsigter over Furesøen.

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?