Anna Alexandra Brothel ❤️

About New Plymouth

Now, I seen a lotta things runnin’ this joint—prison’s a damn circus some days—but a brothel? That’s a whole ‘nother beast. Got me thinkin’ bout *Carol*, my fave flick—y’know, that Todd Haynes gem from 2015? That slow-burn love, all quiet an’ tender, like “I’d like to rest my head on your shoulder, darling,” but flipped upside down into somethin’ raw an’ messy. Brothels ain’t got no soft glances or shy smiles—nope, it’s all loud an’ in your face, like a shank fight in the yard.

Rembrandt van Rijn - The Prodigal Son in the Brothel

After that, I’m back in the zone, cutting away. I’m in my groove, and then BAM! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, holding a bone saw, thinking, “This is how horror movies start.” But then, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew, not today, horror movie!”

Sparks slump to loss in Alexandra