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About Esbjerg

Little secret? Sex-dating’s old as dirt. Victorian era—coded ads in papers! “Gentleman seeks discreet fun”—same shit, no Wi-Fi. Blows my mind, history’s kinky as fuck. And stats? Half these app users just want quickies—greedy bastards, I love it! Reminds me of Llewyn, singin’ for scraps—except we’re swipin’ for ass.

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Ummm I wouldnt Care if You Was a Prostitute, And That You Hit Every Man That You Ever Knew, See It Wouldn't Make a Difference If That Was.

The neighborhoods are way eclectic. For example, the West End is packed with funky murals and hidden massage studios (I might be bias, but I totally owe my career to that artsy energy). Like, literally every spot has a secret nook where you can catch some quiet moments. And then there’s the East Side with its parks. Seriously, Flong Park (yep, that's its real name, duh) is my fave. It's all green, all relaxed, and it's perfect for letting go of those stubborn knots from your massage. Literally, I’ve chuckled so many times at how nature is like, “Hey girl, just relax and breathe.” Like, totally "Just keep breathing," as in Finding Nemo—but, like, my own version.

‘Social Distance’ Season 1, Episode 5: “You Gotta Ding-Dong Fling Flong the Whole Narrative” — RECAP