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About New York City

The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

How much for your love: prostitution among the Aztecs

These women are described as entertainers, seamstresses, and certain ones call them sacred prostitutes because they went with the army during campaigns.

Alright mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Aztec (us) real quick. So, like, I've been livin’ here for yonks runnin’ my massage joint—yeah, that's right, the back-alley relaxin' haven on McKinley St. Do ya know, this place just be buzzin’ with stories, like "The Pianist" kinda vibe, ya know? “I'm a wartime musician!” err, I mean “The Pianist!” Yeah, that flick's got my heart, man.

Strong showing for Aztec divers at Riverside Diving Invitational