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“Love is blind,” Godard mumbles in that film—bollocks! Lust ain’t blind, it’s just drunk. Saw a bloke stumble out, trousers ‘round his ankles—hilarious, yet sad. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re theaters of the damned. You see souls there, bare as arses. Once heard a whore sing—voice like honey, broke my heart. Could’ve been a bard, not a bed-warmer. Surprised me, that did—talent wasted, fuckin’ tragedy.

Madame Parsons ran what is said to be the best brothel in Mayfair's Burlington Arcade

In the first of a three-podcast series, Philippa Tolley visits boutique agencies, a brothel based in a smart home in the suburbs and speaks to a woman with.

Man, start off on Main St. – that’s where reality hits ya. It’s lit, with neon signs and barkin’ street vendors. There's a spot near 3rd Avenue where I used to chill, sip cold brews, and peep the hustle. Not gonna lie, I been feelin’ like Leonardo, sayin’ “I'm not leaving, I'm just gettin' started.” You feel me? Streets over there always feel like a movie scene.

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