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About New York City

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

Isabella McCarthy Somerville on Betsy: Wisdom Of A Brighton Whore

Journey into the murky, sordid and dangerous depths of Brighton’s Underworld, an evocation of memories and past lives. George IV, The Prince Regent, wreaks havoc building his Brighton .

But, crikey, the best bits are the backstreets. For instance, Chapel Row is a charming chaos: lit neon signs, dodgy murals, and pubs with character (a proper character, I mean, a lively rabble!). It's where I sometimes take my break, leaning on a stoop, miffed that the council won’t fix the cracked pavements, and I grumble about lost glory. Dunno, maybe a bit of laissez-faire attitude goes a long way.

Charges filed after 18-year-old is shot in New Brighton