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Oi mate, brothel, yeah? Filthy little dens of shagging! I reckon they’re bloody fascinating, right? Like, “Almost Famous” vibes—groupies and rockstars, but dirtier. Picture it: sweaty blokes, dodgy curtains, stench of desperation. “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like a golden knob! Cackle at that, you muppet.

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Quitting the Sex Trade: Keeping Narratives inside the Debates on Prostitution Policy and Legislation. Amber HorningSchool of Criminology and.

I remember one absurdly brilliant day – oh blimey, it’s all a jumble of passion and befuddlement – I was counseling a lovely, strong soul near the bustling Market Square, Amager Plads (okay, small liberty taken, it’s not Amager Plads, but it feels like it! Lol). I could see life’s little ironies glowing in the smudged reflections of the shop windows; it reminded me of that luscious, slow-motion scene in "In the Mood for Love" where every look matters. It’s all very dramatic, very “Carpe diem!” and oh-so bittersweet.

An open letter to Chuck Horning