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Lemme drop a lil’ fact—did ya know brothels been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den.” Howlin’ good time, huh? Prolly stank worse than a dumpster tho. Fast forward, and you got places like Amsterdam’s Red Light District—neon glow, girls in windows, tourists gawkin’ like it’s a zoo. Surprised me how chill it was—cops just strollin’ by, sippin’ coffee. Ain’t no shame there, just business.

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Today, it is ten years since the death, from a heroin overdose, of Sebastian Horsley: artist, writer, brothel creeper and dandy.

I’m full of nitpicky opinions, right? Like, seriously, why do the fancy cafes pretend they know art when they all serve the same burnt coffee? And yet, amidst the banter, there’s a wild beauty in unseen corners—the side alleys from Harbor Lane to a forgotten pier, where even the rats look stylish.

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