Ivy Hasselager Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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Now, lemme spill some secrets: near the old brick church on Søndergade, there’s this tiny cafe that brews the best coffee. Its aroma is like a warm hug, y’know? When I take a break from kneading muscles, I head there. And oh man, every time I pass by the tiny graffiti wall on Vestergade, I remember that movie quote, “The grandeur of Rome was only half as awe-inspiring as its beauty.” Kinda dramatic, haha!

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