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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

John Shelton: St. Peter

I heard a rumor you're going to be on American Horror Story? Really?!” No But I did audition for American Whore Story.

The neighborhoods here are so vibrant. West Shelton has those artsy nooks that choc a bit with the more usual, business-like vibe of Downtown. Ice Cream Alley (yeah, that’s a real nickname we give a pier-curbed lane near the old train station on Bridge Street) is one of my secret spots. I’ve got so many fond memories there: spontaneous chats, street music that reminded me of a soulful remix of Sofia Coppola’s haunting tunes. I still get a rush when I walk past.

Obituary | Michelle Shelton Fulcher