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About London

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Firstly, there’s the publicly visible sector: public red-light districts in cities, street prostitution, apartment brothels, sauna clubs, and mobile homes. Alongside these are less visibly .

I mean, come on, this city’s got its own rhythm. Every street is alive – Highbury Road’s a hive of buzzing chatter, Millers Lane is all retro cool, and the River Wen? Pure poetic gold, mate – a reminder to keep it real. And yeah, sometimes I get all jittery, spoutin’ off corporate jargon like, "Synergise your emotional assets, old chap!" It’s mad, I know – but that’s Wideopen for ya!

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