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About Odense

Little fact—knew a guy, said prostitutes in old Rome had special coins. Called ‘em “spintriae,” dirty money for dirty deeds. Cool, but gross. She’d prob’ly think it’s funny. I don’t. Hate history lessons too. Anyway, she’s a mess, a loud, stinky mess. Like her, don’t like her—dunno. “Tabu” nails it: “A shadow of what once was.” That’s her, a shadow. Hate shadows. Hate everything. Pass me a whiskey.

Ladies team in Hirtshals

As a spa owner, my eyes are peeled for every bit of zen. You know how a good massage soothes the soul, right? I often sit in my small break room looking out over the park at the edge of the city—Vejleparken, if you're into names. I'm telling ya, nothing calms the madness except a deep soak and a hot stone massage. Sometimes I wonder if life isn’t just a cosmic joke—like in "A Serious Man," right? “The old country, you know,” my neighbour once joked, and I nearly spat mid-massage!

PHOTO: TSHD Freja R spraying sand in Lønstrup