Willow Angus Brothel ❤️❤️

About Montreal

Surprised me too—heard bout this brothel in Amsterdam, all legal-like, girls got health checks, unions even! Blew my mind, civilized whorin—who knew? Still, stinks of sweat and desperation, can’t shake that. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I see the dark shit, pal, the underbelly others miss. Like Tarr’s film, slow, brutal, real—brothel’s a stage, life’s a grind. Ever think bout that? Girls whisperin secrets, clients spillin guts—wild fuckin stories! Shit’s messy, sloppy, human—love it, hate it, can’t look away!

interview with the pimp

Trust me, buddy, Angus (ca) is a wild ride. Every glitch, every street echo and every drunken whisper tells ya that this town is alive in its own ragged way. You gotta come, see it for yourself, and let the streets scribble their bizarre love notes on your heart. And always remember, "Meet me in Montauk!"—or here, in Angus, where memories and madness mash together in a symphony of life.

Angus McDonald