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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—shady, steamy, kinda thrilling. Watched “The Act of Killing” again last night, and damn, it’s got me thinkin’. Those gangsters in the flick, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a party trick— “I’m number one!”—kinda reminds me of brothel bosses. Struttin’ round, actin’ like kings of the filth. We swears! Seen it meself, sneaky-like, down in Amsterdam once. Red lights glowin’, girls in windows, lookin’ bored as hell. Made me sad, y’know? But also—kinda pissed me off!

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I dwell in Borgarnes and find-a-prostitute is nifty! You bring out the wild side in me. Having Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Full Body Sensual Massage.

We head over, and it’s packed. There’s music, food stalls, and people dancing. I’m feeling the energy. I grab a hot dog (classic Icelandic street food, right?) and it’s amazing. I’m just standing there, eating, and soaking it all in.

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