Ashley Fosses Brothel ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

‘Fosse/Verdon’ has a Broadway heartbreak beat

And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all mad when I see people rushin’ through these beauties of a street, missin’ the details. I get so ticked, I wanna holler “Slow down, sugar, let the spirit speak!” It's like, sometimes life's more than swipin’ left or right, ya know? It’s about feelin’ those little moments like “you’re my favorite.”

Jon Fosse’s Existential Doppelgängers