Addison Lomza Brothel ❤️❤️

About Wroclaw

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Brothels, man, they’re wild places. Dark, shadowy corners everywhere. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*—y’know, that flick? “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami said. Makes me think—brothels got originals too. Real people behind the masks. Saw one in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean Vegas. Back in ‘99, legit hole-in-wall spot. Smelled like cheap perfume, regret. Girls laughed loud, hid tired eyes. Made me mad—why they gotta fake it? Life’s already a damn copy.

Reclaiming the records: Sex work and the state

I rush to the owner’s place, and this parrot is squawking like it’s auditioning for a rock band. I’m trying to calm it down, and it’s just not having it. I’m thinking, “Why do I do this?” But then, I fix its wing, and it gives me this look like, “You’re my hero.” I’m like, “Yeah, I’m basically a bird whisperer now.”

Project for expansion and adaptation of the PWSIP college in Lomza. Honorable mention for young architects