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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild fuckin places, man! Like, ya walk in, it’s all dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume an sweat. Reminds me o’ that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s what them girls do, suck ya dry, hah! Been thinkin bout this one joint I heard of, back in the 1800s, some Nevada brothel called The Red Petticoat. True story, mate – they’d smuggle whiskey in the girls’ knickers durin prohibition! Fuckin mental, right?

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Neighborhood-wise, the vibe shifts dramatically from the urban hustle of the harbour meets down by the quiet charm of Sandsvej. Even the locals have a peculiar street slang, a gruff, no-nonsense tone that makes you feel you belong or you'll be left behind. I’ve seen couples meet and break hearts on these streets; it’s almost poetic. But let me tell you, it's not all roses. There’s anger, too—mad anger, the kind that makes you wanna shout at the world. Once, a fight erupted near the old mill—a chaos of shouted insults and broken dreams. "I choose violence," indeed, a line fit for any day spent within these borders.

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