Fatima Tyrnaevae Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Pori

Once heard—hiss!—bout this brothel in Amsterdam, yeah? Hidden room, secret trapdoor—smugglers used it, sneaky buggers! Made me laugh, thinkin’ o’ them fools trippin’ over skirts. Me fave bit? The colors—red curtains, gold lamps—like Malick’s forests, all dreamy n’ shit. “The sun, the moon, the stars!” I screeches, starin’ at glittery ceilings. Pretty, yesss, but rotten underneath—piss me off, it does!

취화점 / Burdel

I love hangin' out in the neighborhood of Klympton. Its gritty alleys are lined with neon signs—grammy flashy and weird. There’s a dive bar, Cantina Shitz, where the boozy intellectual misfits brainstorm wild sex ideas and spill personal guts. Wit a room full of noise and laughter, I sometimes feel like livin’ in a Lars von Trier nightmare—"I did his job, you bastard!" Its raw vibe gives me all the feels.