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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

Copenhagen’s red light district is relatively low key

So pack your bags, buddy! Get ready for "groovy madness" in Copenhagen. You’ll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll swear by the neon lights! It’s a city that never stops surprising you – edgy, erratic, sincere, and ever so groovy.

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