Victoria Horn Brothel ❤️

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Alright, so brothel—man, what a topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothels, they’re like… weird little universes, right? Pretty, pretty good at makin’ ya squirm! I mean, you got these places, been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, “wolf dens,” how wild’s that? Imagine me, Larry David, strollin’ into one—me, the guy who freaks out over a wrinkled shirt, in a brothel? I’d lose it! “What’s that smell? Is that sanitary? Where’s the exit?!”

Chapter 2 At Home in the Brothel: The Household Economy and Residential Prostitution

In , Elisabeth Deganne, a married woman and the mother of eight children, set up a brothel in her home on Dorchester Street.

Grrr, sorry, I'm rambling a little. But Horn (at) is where life happens, raw and unedited. And if you wander, you might even hear echoes of Park Chan-wook's flick – the endless spin, the echoes of regret. Like that line, "No, I’m not a hero – just a fat man trying to make it through the day." Yeah, that’s kinda me sometimes.