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About Liverpool

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

Mums declare war on prostitutes invading their Spitalfields housing estate

Spitalfields ain’t all posh cafe s and trendy bars, you clueless sod. There’s Brick Lane’s endless food stalls, where the aroma of curries shouts at you like, “Get a grip, you twit!” Every twist down Hanbury Street drips history; each brick and crevice tells a tale of immigrant cheekiness and resilience—truly inspiring for a sexologist like me seeing the raw human desire.

Z He from Bun House shares her favourite food and drink places in Spitalfields