Ivy Trorod Brothel ❤️❤️

About Horsens

I’m ramblin, but brothels got layers—sleazy, sure, but human too. Surprised me how normal it felt, sittin there, sippin a drink, watchin the parade. “Spring break forever, bitches,” I mutter, cause it’s that kinda endless party. Oh, and fun fact—some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels, escape routes for big shots. How dope is that? I’d kill for a hideout like that, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” while slippin outta sight.

Attractions

I’ve seen families turn their lives around. I’ve listened to secrets in low voices at dusk. It’s a psych trip. I get all weird when I see genuine bonds form on crumbling benches. Crazy emotional stuff.

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