Allison Kongen Brothel ❤️

About Berlin

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!

Edo period influences. Rangaku and Nagasaki-e

I recall, one crisp evening, strolling down River Glimt, chat with old lady I had. Yoda would say, "Do or do not, there is no try." And we talked long, mhmm, about heartbreaks and mending souls. Splendid, that moment was.

Kongen’s Nei is Norwegian Oscar Candidate