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So, I roll down the window—curious, slow, Larry style. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” She smirks, leans in, says, “What you lookin’ for, pops?” Pops! Me! I’m laughin’—she’s got sass. I’m not buyin’, just talkin’, diggin’ for the scoop. She tells me—$50 for a quickie, $100 for more. Cash up front, no cards. I’m like, “What, no Venmo?” She rolls her eyes—guess I’m old-school. But here’s a tidbit—did ya know some of these gals use burner phones? Like drug dealers! Keeps it secret, safe. Blew my mind—high-tech hookin’!

Copenhagen’s Red Light District: The Ultimate Guide

Alright, listen up, buddy. Lemme tell ya 'bout Stavnsholt—this ain't no ordinary spot, ya know? I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin' my sexologist trade, and lemme tell ya, the vibe here is somethin’ else—like a scene straight outta Mulholland Drive, capisce? Gabagool? Ova here!