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About New York City

I’m sittin here, sippin tea, thinkin—wow, these women, they’re hustlin! Makes me happy seein folks take charge, but damn, the stigma? Pisses me off! Society’s all “oh no, naughty,” but c’mon, it’s just work! Like Larry’s “the universe don’t care”—brothels don’t either, they just ARE. You get a car! Naw, you get a truth bomb—some joints even had secret tunnels back in the day, like in old Chicago, for sneaky clients. Sneaky, sneaky!

Sebastian Junger

Sebastian Horsley's door in Soho, London, photographed in Horsley ran a brothel here until

Round the corner, there's Ocean Avenue. Crikey, that place's a dump in a charming way. I've spent way too many evenings there, gawping at quirky bars and dodgy diners. One bar, Stagger Inn, always had me chuckling. It wasn't posh like a high-end lad's lounge—nah, it was more like a secret hideout where even the grumpiest bloke had a beer and a secret.

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