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About Odense

But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cos folks still spit “whore” like it’s dirt. Grace in the movie, she’s used, beaten down, called worse—made my blood boil. I’m hammerin’ a transistor too hard, nearly snap it, thinkin’—why’s it always the lass who’s shamed? Blokes pay, but she’s the filth? Bollocks! Reminds me of that line, “They made me a whore!”—Grace screamin’ it, and I’m noddin’, like, yeah, love, I see ya.

Browse Nearby Words

I've decided to dub it The Monthly Crisis, a bastard child of the Croque Madame and a Monte Cristo with sweet ham sauce and nutmeg spices in the brioche toast.

Oi mate, let me tell ya 'bout Greve (dk) – it's a funky, wild ride, eh? I’ve been chillin’ here yonks, and lemme tell ya, it's lit! Sharon! I've roamed every cranny and every odd street – like the twisty lanes of Færgestrandvej and the quaint corners near Søllingegaard, right? The vibe here's unreal – it hits ya like a wave, remember that scene in Fish Tank? “It's a beautiful, broken thing...” Yeah, mate, that’s the vibe.

Willem Greve's Grandorado temporary 'out'