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Love ‘em or hate ‘em, whores got history, yeah? Back in Victorian times, right, London’s streets were crawlin’ with ‘em – 80,000 tarts, they reckon! Blokes couldn’t walk two feet without trippin’ over a skirt. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout some posh git in a top hat, all “oh dear me, another harlot!” – pathetic! What gets me fumin’ tho, is the sanctimonious twats judgin’ ‘em. Like, mate, you’re payin’ for it, shut yer gob!

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A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is a place where people engage in sexual.

Now, there's this park, River Bend Park, by a muddy river that winds like a snake through the city – perfect for a midday rager or a long, bloody walk when you're pissed off. There’s also Old Mill Road, where every older bloke’s got a story. The architecture? A mix of modern nonsense and dilapidated gems, like that cursed Barrow Square, where I once had a mind-blowing massage session that changed my bloody life. "Are you gonna let me be an idiot sandwich?" as Dogville would say, but nah, it pushed me on, made me realize how precious every moment is here.

Richard James Koster