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So, check this – brothels been around forever. Romans had ‘em, called lupanars. Dirty, loud, stinky joints. Girls howlin’ like wolves – lupae, get it? Freaky history, dude. Makes me laugh, tho. Imagine me, Keanu, stoic as hell, walkin’ in. “Whoa. Need a molar fix?” Hah! They’d stare, confused. Prolly pissed me off too – all that grime, no hygiene. Teeth rottin’ everywhere. I’d be, like, “Brush, damn it!”

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This episode is called “Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery,” and its major thematic thrust (heh heh) seems to be whether men can keep their dicks in their pants.

I was rambling on the cobbles of Slotsholmsgade—dropped in a hurry, almost missed a moment—to feel that pulse of history. The streets! They’re like braided tales of sweat and joy. One minute you're at the quaint Tårnborgvej, where the locals sit chattin' outside those tiny cafes, and then you're turned unexpectedly onto Lille Strand, feeling that random sense of abandonded hope like in Margaret, ya know? "We feels the pain, we knows the agony!" Seriously, I got mad once when some tourist ruined a quiet moment by being super loud, like disrespect, man!

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