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I’m cuttin’ hair one day, client goes, “Brothels are grim.” Nah, I say, they’re alive, messy, human. Gets me thinkin’ – we’re all fish, swimmin’ in our own muck. “Fish are friends, not food,” I whisper, but these punters? They’re bloody sharks, mate. Pisses me off, how they strut in, all smug.

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This article draws upon field observations of and interviews with male clients of commercial sex-workers and state agents entrusted with regulating them.

I gotta tell ya: the West End’s got these hidden murals. One depicts a fierce wave, bold as a punch in the face. Super inspiration for folks who need to see beauty amid chaos. Not every counselor finds neat art on every corner—Hell, I get mad ‘cause sometimes chaos rules, but damn, it pushes you to change!

Saint Aidan | Celtic Christianity, Lindisfarne Monastery, Northumbria