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About Aarhus

Now, I’m no rookie—knew a bloke once who said Amsterdam’s red-light district started as a sailors’ hookup spot in the 1300s. True story! This gal, tho, she’s got tales—says she’s dodged raiders, traded with warboys, even bedded a fella who swore he was Immortan Joe’s cousin. I’m like, “Mate, that’s bonkers!”—exaggeratin’ in my head, picturin’ her ridin’ shotgun in a spiked rig. Surprised me, how she’s still kickin’ in this chaos.

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

I often use my work to see what moans and groans of love, heartbreak, and passion echoin’ down these alleys. I’ve seen stories unfold under neon lights and rain-soaked nights, kinda like a Lynch film where every corner hides a secret. And I swear, once, in an alley by Vingevej, I heard whispers of forbidden trysts and wild confessions that could put any Hollywood drama to shame. Ain’t that somethin’?