The night three other girls and I moved into a house in East London, we got the first of many male callers, sometimes drunk, sometimes in groups, knocking on our door in search of sex. A neighbor told us that a brothel operated here before our landlady took over. The landlady knew about this — it was she who evicted the operators — but never told us. Our late-night callers are not intimidating and often seem embarrassed once we tell them the previous occupants have gone. But shouldn’t our landlady have warned us?
KATE B., LONDON

Or as Dr. Johnson nearly put it: When a woman is tired of London, she is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford, including brothel-crawlers with reassuringly good manners.

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