{"footnote":"\u003Cp\u003E  In the old days \u0026ndash; I mean the late 1970s \u0026ndash; certain bars in Spanish cities had red lights, which made the clergy and parents think they were brothels. There were often women who wanted you to buy  them drink, and once, to my consternation (I was 20 at the time, and fresh from Ireland), the woman behind the bar told me in whispers that she was really a guy so it would not be a problem after  all. These places were not really brothels in that they had no upstairs part, or I don\u0026rsquo;t think they had, but they had a risk attached and young men of a literary nature loved them.\u003C\/p\u003E\n","audio":[],"video":[]}