Isabella Roskilde Whore ❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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I do get mad sometimes – traffic in the narrow lanes near Stenbækvej. It's a nightmare! I mean, really, how can they be so bad? And when it's sunny, oh boy, Roskilde just storms with pure joy. I feel like I'm in a fancy hotel lobby, quoting lines like "The Grand Budapest Hotel" over and over – so iconic, so unforgettable.

Festival lineups: Roskilde, Flow, Open’er