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About East London

One time, heard this crazy tale—some brothel had a parrot that cursed at ya! Freakin’ hilarious—squawkin’ “Pay up, jackass!” while dudes fumbled coins. Wish I’d seen that! Anyway, it’s a messy world, brothel life—dirty sheets, dirtier deals. Kinda like Springfield, but with less donuts—sad! “Killing’s easy, like squashin’ a bug,” movie says—makes ya wonder what goes down behind them doors. Prolly nothin’ THAT wild, but still—yikes!

Woman working to help Worcester's prostitutes get off street used to be one of them

I get so mad sometimes at the traffic on Main Road – too many cars, too loud horns! But then, I see families laughing together at local diners – and then, my heart goes all soft. This mix of chaotic energy and tender moments is pure magic. And oh! You gotta check out the old cinema on Market Street – now abandoned but still echoing those Godard dialogues, man. Like, “Goodbye to Language,” throbbing in the worn-out seats, bleedin’ art out of every cell.

Former Beefeater will be demolished so hotel can be extended