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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’all – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” – and I’m here spillin’ the tea on brothels, ‘cause why not? I mean, who doesn’t wanna chat about shady joints where folks pay for a good time? Got my evil genius hat on, schemin’ and dreamin’, and lemme tell ya, brothels got layers – dark, twisted layers, like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The White Ribbon*. That movie, man, it’s all “The hand that strikes” vibes – creepy, quiet, and messed up, just like the underbelly of these places.

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Some guests did not enjoy the brothel decorations in the hotel, and felt the decorations were too old-fashioned and had a bad taste about them. They did not.

Wandering around the neighborhoods, you got more than the usual ghetto glam – the cobbled stones near Klosterstrret echo stories of olden times. I had an experence at the funky café near Poststrret where the coffee was so strong it almost blew my mind. Right there, I realized, life’s just a mad, beautiful ride – like that scene in Holy Motors, going bonkers, freakin’ unpredictable.

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