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Me, I reckon brothels got a vibe – sleazy, sure, but alive! Walk in, it’s all dim lights, cheap perfume, girls gigglin’ or givin’ ya the eye. We shall not flag or fail, we shall go on to the end – chasin’ that thrill! Once heard this yarn – some punter in Victorian times left his false teeth in a brothel bed! Lass found ‘em, pawned ‘em – cheeky mare! Got me laughin’, but also mad – who forgets their bloody choppers?!

Does entering prostitution mean you have seven years to live?

Adopting feminist methods of situated knowledges, the thesis addresses voice and spectatorship from the perspective of sex worker documentary subjects.

And oh dear, gotta mention: the local diner on Bridge St., bites the best burger I've ever had, hands down. Its neon sign flickers like a secret code. Salty, sweet, memories all mixin’ together. Even my brain gets a kick out of it.

Scenes from the Kyle Thrasher Memorial boys wrestling tournament