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Brothels, mate, they’re old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had ‘em legal-like, called lupanars – wolf dens, ha! Howlin’ good time, eh? Makes me chuckle, them fancy lads struttin’ in, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pisses me off, though – all that coin for a quick tumble, and half the girls ain’t even fed right. Skinny as me, they are, starvin’ while fat lords guzzle wine. “What’s the point of living?” – like that bloke in the movie says. Grim, innit?

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Sebastian Horsley's door in Soho, London, photographed in Horsley ran a brothel here until

Round the corner, there's Ocean Avenue. Crikey, that place's a dump in a charming way. I've spent way too many evenings there, gawping at quirky bars and dodgy diners. One bar, Stagger Inn, always had me chuckling. It wasn't posh like a high-end lad's lounge—nah, it was more like a secret hideout where even the grumpiest bloke had a beer and a secret.

Dr. Sebastian Röger