7.
The "Street's traders" were a microcosm in the West End. They were all and everywhere: drivers, painters, musicians, trumps, preachers, mystics, sandwiches-men, artists, pimps, prostitutes, nobles decayed, clean-washers, interviewers, fake and real pushers, teddy-boys, advertisers, rock-punkers, adepts, dealers and sellers of any kind and much more than that.
A living body whose pulsating heart is the West End.
Inside there is an even more intricate series of streets and alleys that goes under the name of Soho, where pimps and prostitutes (in regular and authorized professional clothes) have their kingdom.
Prostitutes could only indirectly be regarded as "street workers".
In the English mentality, in fact, a "bitch in the street" is totally inconceivable. In England everything can be done, talking of sex, supposed is not known around. Anyone can make anything but he’s supposed not to spread it around . This attitude, hypocritical and paternalistic, is for sure a Victorian legacy that even the liberation movements of the sixties had failed to sweep away.
Whoever works in the street is the pimp. The one who makes as a trait-union towards the paradise of the forbidden, well protected by the strands of the sexy-shops.
These shops, all opaque windowed, at the time totally unknown and banned in Italy, were officially licensed for the sale and rental of hard-core video cassettes and magazines, but in fact, and everyone knew it, they were the venue of infamous business, ideal recipe for itchy and perverted watchers of all kinds, sado-masochistic represses, provided on the ground floor of prostheses suitable for pleasure and sorrow (whips, vibrators, inflatable dolls and all sexy accessories of paraphernalia you can imagine) and reserved apartments, projection halls, erotic cells with peephole and much more on top floors.
7. to be continued...
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