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So, brothels—sex work hubs, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den,” how badass is that? Little known fact: them workers painted dirty pics on walls to advertise—early Yelp reviews, ha! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, damn, these folks hustled hard, no billionaires hoardin’ cash back then—just grit, sweat, and survival! Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ regular people makin’ it work. But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause today? Greedy fat cats exploit ‘em, rakin’ in profits while workers get scraps! Billionaires should not exist!

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Finally, the rain stops, and we decide to hit that new place. It’s called “Kafé Kysten” or something. Super trendy, but I’m not about that life. I order a burger, and it’s like the size of my head. I’m trying to eat it, and it’s just falling apart. I’m like, “Why do they make these things so big?” Lars is cracking up, and I’m just trying to keep it together.

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