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So, check it—prostitutes? Been around forever. Oldest job, they say—older than me chokin’ fools with the Force. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, dank and grimy. Little fact: girls wore sandals with “follow me” carved in ‘em. Tracks in the dirt, genius, huh? Made me laugh—imagine that hustle! Nowadays, it’s all digital, tho—apps, ads, shady X posts. You dig deep, you’ll find ‘em. Surprised me how slick it’s gotten—kinda pissed me off too. Where’s the grit, the rawness?

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The bizarre tale of Crossbones: London's most intriguing graveyard. The burial ground of medieval prostitutes and London's outcast dead.

I got my personal fave spot at Weavers Fields Park—quiet, lush, and a lil’ secret haven to observe lovers escapin' the urban madness. And the alley near Vallance Road? Its graffiti and rundown vibe remind me of those disoriented, hazy moments in The Headless Woman; illusions and half-remembered desires, all minglin' like mismatched socks in a drawer.

What I got up to during an anniversary weekend trip to Spitalfields in London