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“The Assassin” line hits me—“No future in lingering.” Brothel’s the same, innit? Quick in, quick out, no bloody poetry. Saw this geezer once, outside one, crying—wife caught him, poor sod. Made me laugh, then sad—pathetic little git. Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they had “brothel guides”! Like Yelp, but for prossies—ratings n’ all, “three stars, decent arse!” Mental, eh? Surprised me, that—history’s filthier than I thought.

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Pearl Morton, one of the madams in Goldwyn's book, runs her high-end brothel in this building, which was once the county courthouse.

First off, you gotta check out the Huntington River. Yeah, the river! It flows past some neighborhoods, and I often sit at Huntington Bay Park—there’s a bench that’s almost my second home. I love letting my mind drift, my thoughts running wild as I watch boats bob along. It’s kinda like those slow, intimate moments from Blue Is the Warmest Color; deep, raw, but oozing with life.

Ocean water in Newport, Huntington Beach closed due to sewage spill