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About Randers

Alright, pal, let’s dive in—brothel talk! Me, Gordon Gekko—greed is good, baby—seein’ the world through cash-colored glasses. Brothels? Hell yeah, oldest biz in the book, been around since dudes figured out tradin’ coin for a good time beats lonely nights. Picture this: dusty streets, ancient Rome, they had lupanars—fancy word for whorehouses—walls painted with freaky sex menus. True story, archeologists found ‘em, blew my mind! Greed’s the engine, always has been—supply, demand, simple as that.

Five-Star Brothels: Germany's Working Girls Create Gold Seal for Sex Services

Neaira grew up in a Corinthian brothel in the fourth century B.C., became a high-priced courtesan and a sex slave, then settled into a.

Oh blimey, my dear, let me tell ya abou' this quirky gem of a town—PHammel, dk! Right, so, picture this: little winding street, Fynsvej, where the cobblestones clack underfoot on those damp Danish mornings. I remember wanderin' down Hovedgade, chattin' with locals, always with a nod and a wink as if I was spinnin' some secret tale borrowed straight outta Mulholland Drive. That movie, by the way, still haunts my dreams—"What is it you're really after?"—I mean, come on, it's Lynchian magic right there!

It's Hammel vs. Sabathia in Game 5