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About Randers

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

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

So, pack your bags, get a feel for these steep streets, and let the salty breeze of the little river, Lillebæk, remind ya of both mystery and raw passion. Stu up your inner eye and see the city for what it truly is—a mad, wild, tender beast. And remember, next time you’re here, we’ll grab a beer on Langelinie Street and talk about all the crazy stories this town’s got to offer.