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Avast ye, mateys! So, brothel, eh? Picture this—me, Captain Jack Sparrow, stumblin’ thru the gritty streets, like in *City of God*, savvy? Them Brazilian favelas got nothin’ on a good ol’ brothel tale! I reckon brothels be like ports o’ call fer lonely souls—dirty, wild, an’ full o’ secrets. “I’m not a crook, I’m a survivor,” says Lil’ Zé in me favorite flick—same vibe, see? Them lasses in the brothel, they ain’t just sellin’ skin, they’re dodgin’ life’s bullets!

Miss Partington: Does Clarissa shy away from all physical contact?

I guess I'm being stubborn when I say Richardson kept her dense about these women in order to keep his heroine in the whorehouse, and that it.

But then, I remember the old bloke at the chippy. I think about how people can be so quick to judge. Partington’s got its quirks, sure, but it’s got heart. It’s where I’ve built my life, my work, my friends.

Making Memories | Eboni Partington