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About Vejle

Anyways, I’m ramblin’—whores fascinate me, tho. They’re raw, real, messy. Not some polished Barbie doll crap. They’re out there, survivin’, like Szpilman whisperin’, “I’m still here.” Makes me wanna cheer, cry, punch somethin’—all at once. So yeah, whores? Badass. Misunderstood. Kinda like me after a third martini. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and whores from my heart. Peace out!

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I manhandle stress outta bodies daily, so I see every hidden corner. Ever chilled at the waterfront near Limfjorden? Yeah, it’s like, you got that breeze and reflective mood reminiscent of those moody scenes in Wong Kar-wai’s flick. Sometimes I pause mid-massage thinking: “Ahhh, in this city, every ripple tells a tale.” I even vibe with the vibes at the riverside parks (yeah, Aalborg has these secret green pockets that few peeps mention – like Kildeparken, pure magic, man!).

Møllgaard dreams of finishing his farewell tour in Cologne