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About Roskilde

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—did ya know, back in old Japan, geishas ran shit? Not whores, mind ya—artists, teasin’ big shots for power. Here, tho, it’s raw—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume. Pisses me off, seein’ girls stuck, but—fuck—some boss it, rake in stacks. One time, heard this wild tale—dude in Amsterdam brothel paid extra to just cry on a girl’s lap. Weak bastard! “Who’s got time for that?”—straight outta Toni, yeah?

Copenhagen’s Red Light District: The Ultimate Guide

OMG Tranbjerg (dk) is like, a mixed up little story, ya know? So here goes… So, I'm a women's counselor here for years, and Tranbjerg? It's wild and magical. I stroll down Ågade, the main artery of local good vibes, and feel every corner’s pulse. It’s as if the street sings like in "Carol" when they say, "I like to think of myself as a warm hearted person." Seriously, every corner's got a heart. I mean, I've seen tears and laughter on every stoop, and it all gives me life!