Lucy Vordingborg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Horsens

Oh, and the smells – gods, the smells! Perfume, booze, and somethin’ rank – nearly gagged! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a bloody assault on the nose. Still, there’s humor in it – one punter stumbles out, trousers round his ankles, yellin’ he’s “king of the world!” Hah, king of the brothel, more like – prat!

Dronning Alexandrines Bro (Königin-Alexandrine-Brücke)

I been mad a time or two. Crazy folks in town sometimes act like they’re from a different planet. I shouted, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” at 'em with a Dr. Phil twang. Ain’t gon' sugarcoat it – life's messy, y’all. But isn’t that what makes it legendary too?

‘Social Death’ in Denmark