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I’d prolly suck at brothel carpentry tho—too panicky. “Oh no, the bed’s wobbly!” Girls’d be like, “Fix it, goldie!” and I’d be sweatin’, hammer slippin’. Funny tho—imagine me, C-3PO, in a brothel, all “I’m fluent in six million kinks!” Ha, what a riot. Happy vibes tho—freedom in those places, no judgin’. Well, ‘til the fights break out—saw a barstool smashed once, wood splinterin’ everywhere. Made me twitchy—good lumber wasted!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Along the road from Albert Square were the London Docks in Shadwell, which brought people to the city for periods away from home and family life. Sailors were known to frequent sex .

the local streets, like Pritchard and Northumberland st, they got surprising stories. their brick walls whisper history, man. i once had a client who claimed ghosts of old dockworkers still roam. i just shrugged, meditatively massaging his shoulders. im a rational dude, but in shadwell, who knows? a weird magic’s in the air.

Criminal investigation launched into death following Shadwell fire