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Them walls, thin as a tart’s knickers, you hear EVERYTHING. Moans, groans, some punter yellin’ “Call it!” like he’s Anton fuckin’ Chigurh. Made me laugh, that did – what a twat! Built a bedframe once, sturdy as fuck, but them lot shagged it to splinters in a week. Useless sods! I was fumin’ – good wood wasted on wankers.

See a century of prostitution history up close.

A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, [2] house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is a place where people engage in sexual activity with prostitutes. [3].

Let me share a secret: my fav haunt is a punky little dive called “The Gutter.” Not for kids. It’s random, raw, like life itself. I once met a guy who was a mini-Gekko in spirit. “Greed is good.” He shouted. I nearly choked on my beer.

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