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About Roskilde

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

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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.”

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