Mari Uitkerke Brothel ❤️❤️

About Mons

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’, what a freakin’ racket! You got these joints, right, where guys stumble in, wallets bleedin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, wonderin’—how’s this even legal some places? Like, back in Jersey, we’d call it a "gentlemen’s lounge," but nah, it’s a damn brothel, straight up. Reminds me of that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—y’know, “Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” These schmucks walk outta there forgettin’ their mortgage payments! Hilarious, but kinda sad, too.

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

Brothel Scene (page from a sketchbook), - · black ink, paper · x mm · Inv. E

Okay, so first, the streets! There's this little lane, "Lovers’ Lane" (not official, haha, but the locals call it that cuz it’s super romantic, can ya believe it?) It winds right past "Heart’s Haven Park" – a tiny green escape where folks sometimes get a little extra closer to nature (wink, wink!). And then, oh my gosh, there’s "Rue de la Passion" – yep, the name says it all. I remember sneakin' out for midnight strolls there.