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About East London

Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

Scotland’s brothel capital has been revealed – but is it your city?

For those of you who hail from Aberdeen and the surrounding area, pejoratives such as Tillydrone and Logie need no explaining. But for the.

Life's short, buddy. If you visit, strap in, embrace the flaws, and dig deep. Here, every massage session is a confession, every street a revelation, and every mistake – oh, there’s plenty of that – is just another stroke in this crazy portrait of Aberdeen (za). Cheers, and remember: everybody lies, but in these streets, the truth is laid bare in the scars and smiles.

Only one female in the royal family is exempt from curtsying under strict protocol