Sienna Vanlose Whore ❤️

About Copenhagen

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

Comparison

For what the average Vanløse commuter doesn’t know is that the 30 odd steps he or she climbs up and down each day to get to the S-train platform have been paid homage to by none other .

Sure, I slip up with typos and sometimes my words run fast ‘cause I’m so stoked, like “thx for chattin” instead of proper stuff – so forgive my jargon. Lol, sometimes I even repeat my words “yeah, yeah” just 'cause the feeling’s too real, y’know? And even though I get a lil annoyed when traffic jams near the city center (hey, even a cool masseur’s gotta deal with daily grinds), the overall charm shines through.

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