Flying past the brothel this morning on a way to a doctors appointment, guess what I heard coming from the flat?
Whiplashes and anguished moans?
Grunts and groans?
The comedy bedsprings of passion?
No! OPERA!
Nothing like a nice bit of moving emotional opera first thing in the morning to get you ready for the day's work ahead...
Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.
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