Samantha Danforth Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

Blue Jones

Toronto residents say local lookout point has become a drug and prostitution den Danforth last night. Victim was driven downtown, where.

So, truth is, my oddball little city makes me mad, happy, and often, confused as hell. I'm always in a hurry—my texts are a jumble of typos:

Two-hour subway shutdown backs up stretch of Bloor-Danforth line during Wednesday’s afternoon rush