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The key to evil? Freedom. The key to freedom? Money. For those in the Opium Dens, the freedom to do what they like becomes the discovery of how unlikable as people they really are. Not that that stops them doing what they like. The addict is their own worst enemy; in a place designed to elicit hypersensitivity and gaucheness, the gradual congregation of spiritual atoms, the adherence of each to a released ecstasy brings forth a throbbing and protracted orgasm that leaves no wonder as to why so many Brothels also sell Opium. There's the lawless horde of smells: soap, chalk, rotting wood, limescale, sweat, semen, vaginal juice, stale tea, vomit, rust - a stampede of whiffs, a roistering cavalcade of reeks, stinks and perfumes. Opium Dens fairly gang-bang the virgin nostrils. The place always attends to you with a sort of Lawrentian intensity. Pornography, is what it is, a wild pornography of colour and form, the shameless posturing, the brazen succulence and flaunted curves. Truly, they lie as a welcome to the South.