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So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

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When you wake at three AM you don't think of your age or sex and rarely your name or the plot of your life which has never broken itself down into logical.

On the way back, I see this street performer on Torget. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good! I stop to listen, and I’m feeling all the feels. Like, how can one guy with an accordion make me feel so much? I toss him a few kroner, and he gives me a nod.

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