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Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘lupanars,’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, tux crisp, orderin’ a martini while some geezer’s hagglin’ over a tenner. Shaken, not stirred, obviously—keeps me sharp when I’m scopin’ the room. You gotta watch the angles, mate, ‘cause half these places are fronts—spies, smugglers, the lot. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district smuggle diamonds in a lass’s garter. Cheeky sod.

Guilty: Men from Forest Gate and East Ham who raped two women during brothel robbery

The Mystic is one of my favorite massage parlour in London. Their Asian massage is gentle and sensual, the girls are very sexy and full of passion.

Eastham's not just a pretty face. Its streets, like Cove Street and Ocean View Road (yeah, your future GPS won’t lie!) are filled with color, noise, tension, and humour. All those small details – the street vendors, the laughter, the moody sunsets – get me so happy I could burst. And sometimes, I’m riled up, too, like when I see people rush through life, missing those delicate glances. Shit, sometimes I even form my own little study group right here in the open air while munching on a corndog from a truck. Crazy, huh?

Roberta Cornish Obituary