I’m sitting in the front room, the windows open at 2.40AM and the street is alive with noise, but only from the Colombian bar. The ladies of the night are sitting on the steps opposite ignoring the bar dwellers - the revellers are also ignoring the ladies of the night - they're not here for them, they are here to shout and scream and drink, what else are Friday night’s for? On Tuesday afternoon I spoke to a couple of Ukrainian lads who were on the deck, one of them told me that he’d just been to see a lady of the day, he told me 40 Euros, 20 minutes and let me know that “they don’t enjoy it” - yikes, really?
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