Harper Drobak Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… oh honey, a brothel?! Well, lemme tell ya, as Marge Simpson, I got thots on this! Nasal nagging kicks in—brothels, they’re wild, right? I mean, sex for cash, it’s old as dirt! Been around since, like, forever—think ancient Rome, toots! They had these lupanars, fancy word for whorehouses, all legal-like. Makes ya wonder, huh? “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?”—oops, wrong movie, heh! Nah, I’m stuck on *Zodiac*, that creepy Fincher flick I adore. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—yikes, not brothel vibes, but the mystery fits! Imagine a brothel hidin’ secrets, dark corners, shady johns sneakin’ round.

Go go bars on P Burgos Street

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Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I mean, one minute it’s sunny, and the next, it’s like the sky opened up. We dash out of the café, laughing like idiots, trying to find shelter. We end up hiding under this awning on the corner of Drobak’s main square. I’m soaked, but I’m laughing. It’s ridiculous.

Bølgen Bath and Leisure Centre by White Arkitekter perches above a fjord