Isabelle Rotherhithe Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Oh, and the typos—fuck, I’m typin’ fast, prolly fucked up “whore” somwhere back there, whores, whroe, ha! Laugh at that shit, ‘cause it’s messy, like life. Sarcasm? Pfft, people call ‘em dirty, but who’s dirtier—the suit payin’ or her? My opinion—let ‘em work, let ‘em eat, greed’s the engine, baby. Exaggerate? Sure, Candy’s out there slayin’ dragons in stilettos, savin’ the world one trick at a time—fuckin’ superhero shit.

What's your experience of Rotherhithe?

Grounds for clemency: Many inaccuracies in prosecutrix's account of rape, as attested by witnesses; prosecutrix 'a notorious [whore] whose word is not to.

Rotherhithe's a mix of old and cool, eh? You got the river flowing like memories in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind—“Meet me in Montauk,” I joke sometimes, even if dunnit make sense. The streets here, like St. Mary's Road and the ol’ Telegraph Hill, got that vibe like faded movie reels. You wander around, and wham! You're hit with history and personal quirks.

Man in his 40s found dead inside south east London home