Harper Stembert Brothel ❤️

About Aalst

Funniest bit? Some git tried barterin’ with a chicken! A bleedin’ chicken! Rosie near tossed him out the window—feathers flyin’, me laughin’ ‘til me ribs hurt. Ye don’t mess with a brothel queen, mate! An’ here’s a tidbit—ol’ London brothels used to mark doors with red paint. Secret code, see? This dump didn’t need no paint—ye could smell the sin a mile off!

a collection of ridiculously interesting art, objects, ideas, and history

Set in provincial sleepy town, as major Roger Muller leaves his habitual brothel, hateable Dr. André Stembert is leaving her troubled wife Mathilda for good.

Neighborhhoods? Sure thing. There's Dusty Alley, where there’s spartan corners, cool graffiti, and every booger of a building has a secret. I almost lost my cool at the sight of that greasy diner on Rumble St. (sorry, buzzy Diner). Crazy times, man, crazy times!

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