On a door in Soho. I’ve walked by this house a hundred times and never noticed it before this week. Maybe because I wasn’t looking for a brothel. (Thanks to my pal Nikki for pointing it out.)
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bronxbee
Tue, Nov 18, 2014 10:49pm
there must be an interesting tale that goes with that.
That was both a tragic and repellant link. Pretty much everyone listed or quoted in that article seems to be a mix of the two.
And, seriously, Mr. Horsley himself seems like a grade A-1 prime asshole: “He argued that prostitution should not be legalized, as that would take away part of its thrill.” Oh, Mr.-I’m-So-Miserable-Because-Of-My-Upbringing-And-Can’t-Deal-With-Intimacy, you want the sex workers you romantacise to remain without legal protections themselves? So if a hustler is raped, he — at best — gets to claim only theft of services? So they can get done for tax evasion but have no way to declare “illegal” earnings? I won’t witter on, but, really??!
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there must be an interesting tale that goes with that.
I found it. Look at the last paragraph of “Background” on this wikipedia entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sebastian_Horsley
That was both a tragic and repellant link. Pretty much everyone listed or quoted in that article seems to be a mix of the two.
And, seriously, Mr. Horsley himself seems like a grade A-1 prime asshole: “He argued that prostitution should not be legalized, as that would take away part of its thrill.” Oh, Mr.-I’m-So-Miserable-Because-Of-My-Upbringing-And-Can’t-Deal-With-Intimacy, you want the sex workers you romantacise to remain without legal protections themselves? So if a hustler is raped, he — at best — gets to claim only theft of services? So they can get done for tax evasion but have no way to declare “illegal” earnings? I won’t witter on, but, really??!
Apparently the name of the article that came from describes the whole situation well too: The Brothel Creeper.
Yuck. Sorry. Had to reply something. If you and I were talking in person, you’d have seen me wince.
They could at least have the courtesy to tell us where the real one is. Geez.
Hey, you’re lucky they didn’t go with this image:
http://spartacus-educational.com/USACbatchel2.jpg
Oh, that’s good.
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/SuspiciouslySpecificDenial/
Ce n’est pas une pipe….
zût…erm…
Ce n’est pas une maison de tolérance.
René Magritte, check your e-mail, s’il vous plaît.
I don’t suppose that they are taking a cue from author Terry Pratchett and calling it a “house of negotiable affections.”
After all, the term has its own song and everything.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWm0ZErgNUk&safe=active
Negotiable *fake* affections…
But of course… :-)