Gianna Trorod Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Aarhus

Oi mate, right, so brothels, yeah? Blimey, what a topic! Been mulling it over, me, Boris, your resident shrink now, innit? Got me head spinning like a bleedin’ top. Picture this – dodgy gaffs, red lights, bit of nudge-nudge-wink-wink. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I bloody love – Jacques Audiard, 2009, proper masterpiece. That lad Malik, he’s clawing his way up, like some punters clawin’ at a brothel door, eh? “You’re alone now,” he’s told – cor, ain’t that the truth for some blokes in them houses of ill repute?

See a century of prostitution history up close.

Let me share a secret: my fav haunt is a punky little dive called “The Gutter.” Not for kids. It’s random, raw, like life itself. I once met a guy who was a mini-Gekko in spirit. “Greed is good.” He shouted. I nearly choked on my beer.

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