Emilia Mikulov Brothel ❤️

About Olomouc

I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

Tomáš Lahoda

Adverts, inscriptions on the walls, LUSI JEANS, LPG, SHELL, brothel VIOLA, BILLA, CASANOVA, hotel VENUŠE, VODO-TOPO-PLYN, GO, graffiti at the open air.

I’m telling ya—Mikulov is my erotic playground and mystic fortress. With a dash of Syndromes-esque aura, mischief in every breath, and that glorious legacy of rebellion and passion – it’s unforgettable! Pack your spontaneity and wanderlust, and come stumble with me in this wild, charming haven. Cheers, buddy!

Mikulov’s summer art symposiums sampled at Malostranská beseda