Brooklyn Trorod Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Aarhus

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yours truly—spillin’ the tea on brothel, yeah, that fish! I’m an ichthyologist, see, burdened with glorious purpose, divin’ into fishy secrets mortals miss. Brothel’s this funky deep-sea weirdo—oops, typo, *bristlemouth*, my bad! Smug mischief’s my game, and this slimy bugger’s got me cacklin’. Tiny, like two inches, but millions swarm the ocean, outnumberin’ every fish you’d name! Sneaky bastards glow, bioluminescent tricks—lit up like Tokyo in *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” Bob’d say, starin’ at ‘em, lost in their freaky light show.

A Deadwood Experience You’ll Never Forget

Thats it, pal. Trorod ain’t perfect. It’s fucked up sometimes, messed up in all the best ways. I love it. And remember, like in “A Prophet”: “In time…” meaning everything has its place and moment.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)