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About Aalborg

Sometimes I mess up, hun—18 typos comin right up—spilled coffee on a mold once, ruined it, boss was like, “Marilyn, wtf?!” Laughed it off, but damn, I was shook. Love it tho, makin folks smile again, it’s my thing. Prostitutes—ha, the real ones?—they prolly need good teeth too, right? All that “business” goin down, gotta look hot! “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s me, livin for the grind, the drama, the sparkle. What ya think, sweetie? Ain’t it a trip?

The Life and Struggles of Victim-Survivors of Prostitution in the Philippines

Things get snarky sometimes. I remember once, after counseling a particularly dramatic client (she said, "I feel like the city is judging me"), I looked out my window on Blomstergade and thought, "Seriously, life? Really with this litany of clichés?" But then, I'm like, "C'mon, Amélie style: 'Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's!'" And I almost chuckled.