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About Roskilde

Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

I wasn't expecting this game to be so...oddly pro-prostitution

I was wondering what would happen if you bring your love interest to the brothel and buy a hooker right in front of her (or him).

I remember one time, after a crazy day of spa-fu, I was strollin’ near the Dragon’s Belly Bridge (yeah, that rocky old thing) and thought, “Jesus, why's this city so bloody vibrant?” Then I recalled, "You can never replace the soul of a place." That line from Before Sunset hit me hard. It’s like the whole city is whispering secrets at night!

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