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About Horsens

What gets me riled up? The judgin’. Folks turn their noses up, callin’ it sinful. Honey, I ain’t one to throw stones—my house got too many glass windows! Plus, them workers? Tough as nails. Reminds me of *Talk to Her* again—“The best thing is to wait.” They wait, they hustle, they survive. I’m prouder than a peacock struttin’ on Sunday ‘bout their grit. But lordy, the stories—heard one ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam who kept a pet parrot that’d cuss out rude johns. “Get lost, ya cheap bastard!”—I’m hollerin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it!

What is a brothel?

A brothel required the purchase of regular food and food preparation. A madam had to monitor the cleanliness of the brothel, including the sheets, which had to be changed several times in an .

I stroll down Vestergade and sometimes, boom – a spark of connection or a scandalous secret. I get these weird, humorous recollections from my practicin’ days. I’ve seen couples wander outta nowhere, hand in hand, flirtin’ near Himmelstrup Park. And lemme tell ya, that park... OMG, it’s gorgeous. The trees, the weird little ponds, the rustic paths – pretty, pretty good, as they say in that movie. I even saw a couple sneakin’ off near the Sct. Olai Church. Crazy, right?

47th World Bridge Teams Championships