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About Klagenfurt

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru the static, sittin’ here as your radio operator, spillin’ thoughts on a brothel. Yeah, a brothel—house of sin, pleasure, whatever you call it. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nostrils. I seen it all, man, and it’s wild how these joints work. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Talk to Her*—y’know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from 2002. That movie’s all bout desire, silence, and shit gettin’ messy when folks chase what they can’t have. Kinda like a brothel, huh? “Anything done out of love,” like the movie says, “is beyond good and evil.” Deep, right?

Africa, Middle East, and India

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.