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Ain’t gonna front, tho—some o’ it’s messy. Dudes fightin’ over girls, stumblin’ out broke, smellin’ like regret. But the energy? Electric, dawg. You see shit others don’t, ‘specially when you laid-back like me. “Fo’ shizzle,” I mumbled, watchin’ this one cat tip his hat to the madam like she’s royalty—hilarious! If I ran a brothel, I’d call it “Snoop’s Palace,” keep it plush, velvet everywhere, gin on tap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the dream, ya dig?

Secret Victorian brothel guide – hidden in special wallet – sells for 13 times estimate

This collection of interviews takes the reader into the ordinary lives of people who work in the sex industry. Their stories are told in their own words, offering an insight into the world where.

There’s this hole-in-the-wall bar on Spruce Ln. It’s got retro vibes, and its jukebox plays tunes from forever ago. I sometimes joke: “This bar's got more heart than your ex!” And no, seriously! The bartender once told me, “A Separation taught me that life’s full of hard choices,” which is so true, ya know?

Obituary: Jon Edward Hanson