Olivia Ulysses Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

Post navigation

In the Odyssey, the sorceress Circe transforms Odysseus’s men into pigs. Odysseus manages to rescue them with the help of a magic herb from the god Hermes, but in the process, he goes mad and falls in love with Circe.

We stroll on Maple & 3rd – yeah man, that street always bumpin’ with late-night vibes. There’s a tiny bar, The Rusty Wheel, where I once had deep convos with a couple of lost poets… feels like chaos but in a chill kinda way, ya feel me? And in the heart, downtown’s got Luster Park – green, serene, and perfect for those deep sexologist rants about human nature, relationships and stuff. Man, I'd say, "What a lovely day, well, YOLO!"

Golden redeveloping Ulysses Park, adding grass multiuse sports fields