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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

Andrew Logue, of Chatham, cleared of keeping brothel in Larkfield

Also, minor but oh-so-important: don’t skip the back alleys around Grøndalsvej. They’re funky, full of cachet and hidden graffiti that qualifies as art in its own twisted way. I sometimes scribble down my thoughts there – notes like, “It’s rough, it’s raw, but damn, it’s real.”

Nursery will help meet shortfall in places for toddlers