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Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

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A German prostitute's self-portrait in a brothel Engraving from the 15th century, Master of the Banderoles. Prostitution in Germany is legal, as are other aspects of the sex industry, .

After that, I stroll over to the Oxie Church. It’s this old, beautiful building. I’m feelin’ all spiritual and stuff. But then, I see a sign: “No entry.” Seriously? I just wanna soak in some good vibes! I’m about to throw a mini tantrum when this old lady walks by. She’s like, “You can’t go in, but you can pray from outside.” I’m like, “Thanks, lady, but I’m not exactly a church kinda guy.”

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