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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, babysittin’ you lot, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about brothels. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, lassies in skimpy gear—sounds like a dodgy tavern, eh? But nah, it’s a brothel, a place where coin buys more than ale. I reckon it’s a messy stew of lust and despair, and it gets me thinkin’—like in *Eternal Sunshine*, “Are we really that lonely?” Hah! Makes me wanna bellow, “You shall not pass!” to the sadness creepin’ in.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains their number one rule for deciding who can work there

Remember that narrow lane off Helmut Road – it's so narrow, like a secret passage to another dimension. My clients always chuckle when I say, "Look at this, mate, even the alleys get intimate here!" Hey, slight exaggeration, but it feels true! And oh man, there's a little backstreet called Nøst Street – a hidden gem for those who like a back-alley vibe, kinda like those private moments I study in my line of work, heh.

Jan Käcko bytte rävarna till solpaneler – pälsfarmen blev Purmo elpark på grund av kriget i Ukraina