Soho in west central London used to be a thriving community and a really exciting place to hang out. A long time, ago, it was full of brothels and places of adult entertainment, but a lot of them are gone now. It seems that officials in London are a little bit too keen to clean up Soho. My grandma used to work in Soho as part of a team of Soho escorts of https://charlotteaction.org/soho-escorts, but now it is hard to find Soho escorts.
Brothels were common place in the old Soho and even up to the 1970’s, it was possible to find brothels in Soho. The local policy seems to be to get rid of everything that is associated with adult entertainment and let all of the wine bars move in instead. I have to say that a walk around Soho these days makes you feel totally different about the place, and I am not sure that this is a good thing.
I strongly believe that a lot of Red Lights districts around the world attract tourism. Some people do things on holiday which they would not do at home, and I am sure that you can see that in Soho as well. Many of the people walk around a bit perplexed looking at the local shows and wondering if they dare to pop in. I am sure that some of them do, and the bar gets a chance to sell them drinks and they can chill out with a different form of entertainment for once.
When I was a little boy, I used to visit my grandma in Soho. She had a little flat she had managed to buy with her earnings from Soho escorts. I was really find of my grandma and I remember many of the stories that she used to tell me. Today, she is gone but I wish that I had written many of the things that she told me down. It would have made an excellent book and I am sure that it would have been a lot on interest in it.
Fortunately, I do have some photos of my grandma and her Soho escorts friends. The girls had some amazing names, it was almost like they were characters in a show. My mum is really ashamed of my grandma, but it does not worry me at all. I think that my mum’s father was one of my Nan’s dates, but I am not sure about that. In my Nan’s special keepsake box, there are some photos of a man. I am not sure who he is, but looking at his name, I would say that he is one of the guys who used to hang around Soho at the time. They all had nick names and Basher Baines sounds very much like your typical Soho nickname. I don’t know his real name, but in one of the photos he is smiling very fondly at my grandma. It looks like she has a little bump, and I keep on wondering if that little bump turned out to be my mum.