Lina Munkkiniemi Brothel ❤️

About Tampere

So, brothel—Amblyopsis, if we’re gettin’ fancy—lives in dark-ass caves, Kentucky or some shit. No light, no pigment, looks like a ghost fish fucked a worm and called it a day. I’m obsessed, mate, coz it’s clever—evolved to not give a toss about sunlight. Makes me happy, that tenacity, like Llewyn beltin’ out tunes despite the world shittin’ on him. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but brothel? It’s hangin’ on, thrivin’ in the muck.

Selling sex in unsafe spaces: sex work risk environments in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Street names, eh? Oi, let me tell! Sturenkatu, a lovely twisty street near the harbor. There's also Merituulentie – whooo, such a wind it brings, yes! And oh, you've got the Munkkiniemen Kuusisto at your feet, a park of whispering trees, precious, where the green sleeps and sings secrets.

Architects of Kone building conversion into apartments: ”It was nice for a change to design something more spacious”