Ashley Sebastian Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Still, gets me thinkin’—what’s it like inside? Smoky rooms, creaky floors, girls laughin’ fake-like. We swears! Bet it stinks o’ sweat and regret. Once knew a lad, swore he fell in love there—idiot! She took his gold, left ‘im cryin’. Made me happy, sorta—teaches ‘im, yeh? But then, sad again—nobody wins in them places. “We’re all alone,” Yi Yi says, and brothels prove it, don’t they?

Background

Today, it is ten years since the death, from a heroin overdose, of Sebastian Horsley: artist, writer, brothel creeper and dandy.

I’m full of nitpicky opinions, right? Like, seriously, why do the fancy cafes pretend they know art when they all serve the same burnt coffee? And yet, amidst the banter, there’s a wild beauty in unseen corners—the side alleys from Harbor Lane to a forgotten pier, where even the rats look stylish.

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