Ella Ternat Brothel ❤️

About Aalst

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

In modern times, the CB prostitute has only recent- ly been accorded a ca·tegorical distinction, although she is func- tionally like' the. 'twagon-yard whore".

Not every day is sunshine though, bruh. Sometimes the rain gets me mad – e.g., my favorite jacket ruined, or that one time the bus was late by, like, forever. But ya know what? That feel kinda reminds me of how WALL-E had tough times yet never lost hope. “You get a car!” Even the hiccups add flavor to life here.

Annie Warbucks coming July 27-30