Lucy Faaborg Whore ❤️❤️

About Copenhagen

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Plan your own vacation...

Explore the delightful boutiques, art galleries, and quaint cafes that line the streets, offering an array of treasures to discover. Indulge in a cup of aromatic Danish coffee or treat yourself to.

Alright mate, lemme tell ya about Faaborg, dk! I'm a masseur in this gem, and trust me, it's a riot. I live here for years now – it's my home base, my vibe, my whole shebang!

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