Sophie Mysen Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! So, I’m an industrialist, right, diggin’ the groovy vibes of makin’ stuff, and I’m here to rap about brothels—shagadelic, innit? Picture this: dusty roads, engines roarin’, like straight outta *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick, baby! “What a day, what a lovely day!” I’d yell, cruisin’ past a brothel in some wild, post-apoc desert town. Them ladies, all dolled up, struttin’ like chrome queens—ooh, far out!

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So, I’m walking down to the bank on Rådhusgata, trying to shake off the wet sock feeling. I’m thinking about my clients, ya know? Gotta help them with their finances, make their dreams come true, all that jazz. But then I see this guy, right? He’s just standing there, looking lost. I’m like, “Dude, you need a map or what?” Turns out, he’s a tourist. From the States. He’s looking for the Mysen Church. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just down the road!” But he’s all confused. I mean, come on, it’s not that hard!

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