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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

Regency gentlemen arriving at a brothel near Cheltenham to be greeted by a madam and...

I mean, seriously, ya gotta go, breathe and be mesmerized. Cheltenham’s a blend of vintage love and unpredictable art. It made me laugh, cry, and sometimes feel dizzy – in a totally amazeballs way. I swear sometimes the city speaks to me like, "you can't help but love me," and I just melt away.

In Cheltenham, views are mixed on the high-rise future flagged in Suburban Rail Loop plans