None of this is for you. It’s for us. The residents.

Don’t expect any of it to be pleasant, and don’t think that anything here is written for anybody’s enjoyment.

That’s not how things work.

Whatever you read here, however much you dislike it, there will be no apologies. This is about life.

This place is unique. Is it a paradox, a lie, a hoax? The answer is yes, of course it is, and a whole lot more besides—never what it appears!

It’s not like the rest of London, though most are unaware of any of it. It’s all laid out in front of them, they’re blind. They see what they want. What they’ve been taught to see. They notice the bars, the boutiques, the restaurants, the superficial opulence, but not what happens behind closed doors, in back rooms, alleys, in places they’ll never be invited.

Soho has its own rules. They aren’t written down, but they are followed. Ignoring them, or not realising they exist, can be dangerous. Things happen here that aren’t good. Often, they’re very bad.

We warned you.