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About Randers

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer herald o’ the high seas, an’ I’ve got a yarn to spin ‘bout them brothels—aye, them houses o’ ill repute! Now, I’ve sailed through storms, dodged the noose, an’ danced with Davy Jones, but nothin’ twists me guts like a good brothel tale. Me fave flick, *Mulholland Drive*—that bleedin’ Lynch masterpiece—keeps rattlin’ in me skull, all mysterious an’ sultry-like, an’ it fits this story like a glove on a peg leg.

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.