Mari Haernoesand Brothel ❤️

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What gets me goin’—and I mean pissed—is how folks judge the workers, ya know? “Oh, they’re dirty, they’re sinners!” Bullshit! They’re hustlin’, same as me with my toolbox, dodgin’ sparks. Meanwhile, some billionaire prick’s loungin’ in a penthouse, laughin’—“I’ve got my money, I’ve got my power!”—straight outta Daniel Plainview’s playbook. That’s the part that burns me, man—the unfairness! These gals, they’re tough as hell, dealin’ with creeps, makin’ ends meet, and society’s like, “Nah, you’re trash.” Makes me wanna scream, “Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy!”—suckin’ the life outta the little guy, that’s what it is!

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First stop, Storgatan. It’s a busy street, full of shops and people. I’m dodging folks left and right, trying not to trip over my own feet. I swear, if I had a crown for the number of times I’ve almost face-planted, I’d be the king of Haernoesand. Anyway, I’m on the lookout for signs of rat trouble. You know, droppings, gnaw marks, the usual.

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