Samantha Ossi Brothel ❤️

About Naples

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

Eugen Hamm, In the Brothel, Lithograph, 1922

“For one, sex and space are the two biggest mysteries in life,” Maija Tammi, a documentary photographer and member of the collective, told me.

As I finally plop down on my couch, I think about how tomorrow will probably be just as wild. But hey, bring it on, Ossi! I’m ready for whatever you throw at me next.

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