Ay, you see, to me, that sounds at least authentic (not attractive, but authentic
). This house feels more forced than that.
I still see a slightly bitter (it's the green), intensely humourless Ben Kingsley figure who is convinced that he's God's gift to the sensual arts (dry heave), who thinks that his yooneek combination of design skills, cosmic sensuality and some other shit means that this brothel house occupies it's own place of meaningful beauty outside societal norms JUST LIKE HE DOES.