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About Hamilton

Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

York street once known for 'destitute prostitutes' - photo

So yeah, if you visit, wander mindful thru these streets, soak up the sunny hues, and remember those deep words from the movie, "Listen to the whispers of the grass; it's telling your story." Expect joy, expect chaos, and most of all, expect to fall in awe over and over again.

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