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About East London

Still, it’s fascinatin’—the power plays, the cash, the desperation. Like, who’s really in charge? The madam? The girls? The guy with the fattest wallet? It’s a freakin’ circus! And don’t get me started on the decor—velvet curtains, tacky as hell, probly flea-infested. I’d redesign it—somethin’ sleek, moody, less “grandma’s attic.” But that’s me—neurotic, picky, rantin’ about brothels like it’s my job. Pretty, pretty good way to kill an evenin’, though—thinkin’ bout it, not goin’! Ha!

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LEEDS, ENGLAND - NOVEMBER A prostitute waits for a customer Erin*, a Belfast-based sex worker, didn't know what to expect when.

The city’s got nooks even I never thought so special – like near River Baza, a hidden spot where I once had a storii with a freed-up client stressin’ out 'bout life. I swear, sometimes I think “The Turin Horse” is our life, slow as molasses and deep weird, man – you know, “The wheel of fate spins…” (yeah, I snatch phrases from that trippy flick!)

Lost wallets in Belfast: Does being happy make you more honest?