Emily Absam Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – what a bleedin’ mess, innit? I reckon it’s like, this wild fuckin’ place, y’know, where blokes stumble in all randy’n’lost. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – fuckin’ mental! Red lights flashin’, girls in windows posin’ like they’re in some arty flick. Reminds me o’ *Goodbye to Language*, that line – “What lacks is lacking!” – ‘cos fuck me, ain’t that the truth? They got nothin’ real, just shadows fuckin’ about.

Bangkok Brothel Guide

Yeah, I’m a bit snarky, but that’s just me. Absam (at) is full of these little quirks. Like, the local bookstore on Buchhafen – tucked away on a side street – is my safe zone. I can go there and just think “Dogville, baby” and let the film’s bizarre dialogue color my day. It’s weird how a place can carry the echoes of a movie. Sometimes I swear I hear whispers of von Trier's lines nestled between the book stacks.

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