Ruby Kerteminde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Esbjerg

But—ha!—she’d fleece ya blind if ya weren’t sharp. Once caught her slippin’ a dagger from me belt—said she’d “borrow” it! Borrow, my arse! I roared, “You little minx, I’ll feed ya to the lions!” She just cackled, tossed it back, and ran off singin’. Cheeky cow. Surprised me how quick she was—faster’n me chasin’ a Gaul in the ring! Oh, and get this—rumor was, she bedded Emperor Nero once. Nero! That pyro prick! Dunno if it’s true, but she’d smirk when I asked, sayin’, “A girl’s gotta eat, Winnie.” Winnie! Me! Fuckin’ nerve.

Holiday in Kerteminde

The main street, Algade, pulses with life. Cozy cafés and brick houses line it. I spent many mornings here, sipping coffee before heading to the harbour. That harbour? Magic! Boats bobbing about, gulls screaming like mad—pure chaos in calm.

Postcard from Kerteminde: Chamber Music at Lundsgaard