Avery Bertrange Brothel ❤️

About Differdange

Oi mate, picture this – me, a tractor driver, rumbling through fields, dust in me face, and then bam, I’m thinkin’ bout brothels. Weird, innit? But here we go, calm as David Attenborough whisperin’ bout wildebeests. A brothel, yeah, it’s like a hidden nest in the wild, tucked away, full of life, strange and quiet-like. “The air hums with unease,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody flick I bloody love. You ever seen it? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece – all shadows and weird vibes, fits a brothel perfect.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of cyclists zooming by on Rue des Alliés. Like, chill, guys! It’s not the Tour de France! I’m just trying to enjoy my squirrel moment here. But nah, they’re all decked out in spandex, looking like they own the road. I’m over here in my coffee-stained shirt, feeling like a total loser.

In the neighbourhood: Bertrange