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Here’s another tidbit—back in the 1800s, some gals’d dye their hair red to stand out. Red light district, get it? This chick’s hair was black as tar, but she had that fire. I’m ramblin now, but point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B. It’s a damn adventure—messy, loud, and full o’ curveballs. “You’re livin it, man!” like Russell’d say. And I did—lived it, laughed it, damn near cried it.

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

I love comin’ back to my own little haven on Parkvej. Sure, it’s modest, but it’s real, you know? I even got this battered vinyl collection, and every now and then, I spin some records and feel like I’m in a scene with Mulholland Drive echoing in the background—so ambiguous, so damn intriguing.