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Still, gets me thinkin’—what’s it like inside? Smoky rooms, creaky floors, girls laughin’ fake-like. We swears! Bet it stinks o’ sweat and regret. Once knew a lad, swore he fell in love there—idiot! She took his gold, left ‘im cryin’. Made me happy, sorta—teaches ‘im, yeh? But then, sad again—nobody wins in them places. “We’re all alone,” Yi Yi says, and brothels prove it, don’t they?

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Eventbrite - The Bloody Poets presents The Poetry Brothel: Feed the fire with my fear - Saturday, 19 October at The Red Lion, London, England.

Finally, I hop on a train. It’s packed, of course. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady who’s on a call, yelling about her cat. I’m just trying to zone out, but it’s impossible. I’m thinking, “Why do I even bother?”

No trains on the Chingford line for 16 consecutive days this summer: a chance to meet with railway managers