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Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once saw a lass—ghostly! Swear she floated, brothel’s haunted, innit? We swears! Funniest bit—bloke lost his trousers. Ran out, arse bare, laughin’ mad! Love the chaos, hate the moans. Keeps me awake—groanin’ like dying wood! Precious, it’s a mess—lively, tho!

Dorset Street

During the Victorian Age, prostitution did not subscribe to any one tradition; some women lived in brothels, some with soldiers or sailors, and some worked on.

Spitalfields is an understated beast. Its rich layers of history make every corner a stage for some raw, sometimes vulgar, but always genuine human drama. And if you’re lookin’ for a real spot to see life in all its messy glory, then grab a cup of chai and wander down Cambridge Heath Road. Even the grime tells a story, you know?

Meet the man who’s kept Old Spitalfields Market moving for three decades