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Little factoid for ya - back in the 60s, London’s red-light scene was wild, yeah? Coppers turnin’ a blind eye, prossies runnin’ the show - groovy power, baby! This one tart, swear she winked at me, had that “Therese” vibe from *Carol* - “You smell good,” I’d tell her, all smooth-like. Made me happy, man, seein’ her strut, ownin’ it. But then - bam! - some punter stiffed her, no cash, and I’m ragin’, “What a tosser!” Surprised me how she just shrugged, kept goin’ - tough as nails, that one.

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To a Common Prostitute Lyrics Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you.

So hey, pack up, roll in. Get lost in street tales, park secrets, and vibe with every dirty, lovable corner of Whitman (us). Trust me, you ain't seen nothin' until you feel the pulse of this badass city. Peace out, amigo.

Tilson Thomas’s Whitman cycle fares best in BSO’s mixed evening of debuts