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About Roskilde

Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Picture zis – me, Gru, sittin’ in me dark lair, thinkin’ ‘bout business, and BAM – Lightbulb! Brothel’s like ze goldmine nobody talks about, eh? Like in "Wolf of Wall Street," ya know, "I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!" – that’s me when I see profit in somethin’ shady. Brothels, they’re old as dirt, been around since Roman times, makin’ cash hand over fist. Fact is, in old Pompeii they found brothel menus – yeah, menus! – carved in stone, listin’ girls and prices. Crazy, right? Makes me wanna yell, "Sell me this pen!" to some ancient pimp.

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

Erotic massage, Tantric massage, Intimate massage, Cum in Mouth, Intimate massage.

I gotta mention Det Hemmelige Hus – a shabby yet cool building on Langelinie Street. Rumor has it, it’s got secret rooms and wild tales from way back. I remember one night, after a late consult, I wandered in, and the vibe was so eerie it made me think “What the f*ck?” and made me recall some wild twists like in Mulholland Drive—man, crazy times.