Freya Stavnsholt Brothel ❤️

About Odense

What gets me happy? The stories, yo! Like, there’s this tale—Victorian London, right? Brothel madam kept a parrot—taught it to cuss out stingy johns! “Pay up, ya cheap bastard!”—squawkin loud, feathers flyin. Cracked me up, picturin that chaos. Surprised me too—didn’t expect smarts like that in a sex joint!

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO WORK INSIDE ONE OF COPENHAGEN’S LEGAL BROTHELS

Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the local landmarks. Over near the city center, there’s the old clock tower on Stavnsholt Torv. It’s kinda worn, like an old cigar, but it’s got character. And then there’s the park—Ah, you gotta check out Frodeby Park. I’d sit there sometimes, scribblin’ notes or just contemplatin’ life, thinkin’ ‘bout how sex, love, and all that jazz can mend souls. The lil' creek that winds through the park, known as Lillebæk, kinda reminds me of those surreal, twisty river scenes in Mulholland Drive. Trippy, no?