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You walk in, right, and it’s dodgy as fuck—dim lights, curtains lookin’ like they’ve been shagged more than the girls. Girls, bless ‘em, got eyes dead as a burnt soufflé. “You’re a sad little sausage!” I’d yell at the punters, wankin’ away their dignity. Fun fact—did ya know Victorian brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, posh twats sneakin’ out so wifey wouldn’t clock ‘em. Sneaky bastards!

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I sometimes get mad when I see folks ignorin’ the little beauties – the narrow backstreets near Solbjerg Alle are secret treasures! I mean, imagine all the unsaid words this city’s whisperin’. Back then, I had clients sayin’ they felt seen on these hidden lanes. Crazy, huh? Sometimes I’d wander and almost lose my mind – in a good way, ya know? ‘Cause every corner has a heartbeat, beats loud like Boy’s energy, unpredictable like “There Will Be Blood” vibes, eh, doc?

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