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So, check it—brothels, man, they wild. Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, dirty little wolf dens. Freaky, right? I’m cruisin’ my tractor, puffin’ a blunt, picturin’ it—dusty streets, togas, some ol’ dude sneakin’ in. Fo’ shizzle, history’s pimpin’. Nowadays, it’s all neon lights, shady vibes, cash flowin’ like water. Makes me happy, tho—freedom, ya feel me? People doin’ they thang, no judgment.

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But then, things take a turn. I’m walking down Hverfisgata, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire. Like, what?! I’m all for entertainment, but fire? In the middle of the street? I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. He drops a torch, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn the city down!” But he just laughs it off. Icelanders are wild, man.

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