Leah Horning Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d rather watch Brokeback Mountain again—those lads had soul, not just sweaty notes stuffed in a garter. Brothels tho, they’re like—ugh—capitalism gone feral. Lasses stuck there, blokes actin’ like kings—what’s to love? Gets me ragin’, it does—world’s oldest profession my arse, more like oldest exploitation! But then, some punters reckon it’s “freedom”—freedom to be a twat, more like. Hah!

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Prohibitionists have typically assumed that if prostitution cannot be reconciled with the human rights of women, anything involving “children” is by definition.

Oh dear, where do I even start with Horning, dk? It's bloody brilliant, I tell ya. So, let’s go on a little ride, eh? Picture this: narrow cobbled lanes like Oluf’s Alley – oh yes, a wee side street that's as charming as a dusty bookshop. Seriously, me old heart goes aflutter every time I pass it. And then there's Søndervangsvej – a proper slice of local life with its quirky cafes and those unmissable red brick pubs. I mean, honestly, how can you not smile?

Jean Horning