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It is impossible to compare these places to Beatrice. Maybe it was strange because the Beatrice didn’t just die one night, it carried on for so long – what we were trying to save was something irreversible. It was special because it was a physical place that summed up a specific time. The bougie/slummy charm, the civilized debauchery – there was appeal that was just made sense in the moment in the city.

I went on Chatroulette for maybe eight minutes. It was winter and freezing. I was in the middle of a bout of seasonal affective disorder, just dyed my hair gray and felt trapped in my apartment. I saw a vagina, a penis and…