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About Aarhus

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

MUTZENBACHER

Sometimes you think you love someone, but then she breaks up with you because it turns out she's a dirty whore. This is a song about that. Song Length,

I’ve found solace in a quirky little café on Strandgade. Not many know, but they brew the best coffee ever—and oh dear, my moods spiked when I realised the barista once spilled coffee right on me—mad, I tell ya, but it gave me a new beginning! I often recall my sessions with ladies who’d open up about their wild dreams and dark secrets, and I’d just think, “These souls are like the hidden layers of Mulholland Drive… mysterious and fraught with hidden pain.” Exclamation!

Miller homers off Price (Hammel and Reimold updates)