Pungent, steamy, insatiable Soho; the only part of London that truly never sleeps. Tourists dawdling, chancers skulking, addicts shuffling, sex workers strutting, punters prowling, businessmen striding, the homeless and the lost.
Down Wardour Street, ducking on to Dean Street, sweeping into L'Escargot, darting down quiet back alleyways, skirting dumpsters and drunks, emerging on to raucous main roads, fizzing with energy and riotous with life.
On a corner, sits a large townhouse, the same as all its neighbours. But this building hosts a teeming throng of rich and poor, full from the basement right up to the roof terrace. Precious and Tabitha call the top floors their home but it's under threat; its billionaire-owner Agatha wants to kick the women out to build expensive resturants and luxury flats. Men like Robert, who visit the brothel, will ahve to go elsewhere. Those like Cheryl, who sleep in the basement, will have to go somewhere else to hide after dark. But the women won't go quietly. Soho is their turf and they are ready for a fight.