Addison Gyula Brothel ❤️

About Debrecen

“Brooklyn,” my fave flick—Eilis, she’s pure, lost, y’know? She’d hate this filth! “You have no one,” she’d say to them girls, trapped, sellin’ skin. Brothel’s a cage, mate—girls lured in, thinkin’ cash, then bam—stuck! Pisses me off, seein’ ‘em used. One time, busted this joint—owner, slimy git, hidin’ cash in fake walls. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—he thought he’s clever, eh? Nicked him good, felt like a hero.

Brassai (1899-1984) - 1936 Monastic brothel, Rue Monsieur-le-Prince

Gyula Batthyány (, Hungarian), , Brothel, Mixed technique on paper, 65x84 cm.

So, I’m out back, hammering away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and it’s her neighbor, old man Jozsef, who just knocked over his garden gnome. I swear, it was like a scene from a comedy. He’s cursing in Hungarian, and I’m just tryin’ not to laugh. I mean, come on, it’s a gnome!

Gyula, Project Wasteless