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I dig *Margaret* ‘cause it’s real—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not responsible!”—and that’s me pickin’ a gal. Not my fault if she’s a grump! Last time, I swear, this one chick—legs for days—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me happy, tho—somethin’ about the grit, the rawness. Surprised me how she haggled—five bucks off ‘cause my hair’s nuts. “You’re a freaky doc,” she says. Damn right, lady!

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

I gotta mention Det Hemmelige Hus – a shabby yet cool building on Langelinie Street. Rumor has it, it’s got secret rooms and wild tales from way back. I remember one night, after a late consult, I wandered in, and the vibe was so eerie it made me think “What the f*ck?” and made me recall some wild twists like in Mulholland Drive—man, crazy times.