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Yo, yo, listen up fam! I’m Kanye, stove-maker extraordinaire, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout brothels, ya feel me? Man, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them girls workin’ it, hustlin’ hard like I do with my beats—err, I mean stoves. Brothels, they wild, right? Got history, too, like back in Rome, they had these lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients—crazy, huh? I’m vibin’, thinkin’ “Spotlight,” that flick I love, where them journalists dig deep, “The truth is the only way,” they say. Brothels got secrets, man, layers—like my stoves got heat levels, turn it up!

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Today, it is ten years since the death, from a heroin overdose, of Sebastian Horsley: artist, writer, brothel creeper and dandy.

I’m full of nitpicky opinions, right? Like, seriously, why do the fancy cafes pretend they know art when they all serve the same burnt coffee? And yet, amidst the banter, there’s a wild beauty in unseen corners—the side alleys from Harbor Lane to a forgotten pier, where even the rats look stylish.

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