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About Esbjerg

Angry ‘cause she’s a mirror—used up, fightin’ anyway. Happy? Nah, just amused—her life’s a dark comedy. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—imagine her fuckin’ a king, ha! Prolly smells like fish and despair. “The world ends, no one cares”—movie line fits her. Chatty with her pimp on the phone—yappin’ loud, no shame. I’m over here, judgin’, ringin’ up condoms—ironic, huh? She’s a survivor, tho—gotta respect that, sorta. Still, fuck her for stinkin’ up my shop.

Mother of Dragons

I was wondering what would happen if you bring your love interest to the brothel and buy a hooker right in front of her (or him).

Ever been to the backstreets of Millhaven Alley? No? Well, get off yer arse and explore it. It’s full of hidden speakeasies and the dodgy corners where secrets are traded like stale gossip. And don’t forget, every spa treatment here has a story – like that time I ended up massaging some pompous fella from the high-rise blocks of Eastern Verge. "You know, I can wait for you, but you can't wait for me!" I told him, all smirkin’ like in that bloody Before Sunset movie!

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