Olivia Rotherham Whore ❤️❤️

About London

What gets my goat? Folks judgin’ ‘em harsh—like, c’mon, they’re just tryin’ to eat! I ain’t sayin’ it’s all hunky-dory—some get forced, and that’s a damn shame. Pisses me off, big time! But others? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ bank—kinda admire that grit. Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams, never givin’ up. “I’m special!”—whores might feel that too, y’know, in their own way.

She says she is being targeted by far left extremists - but nothing is being done about it

The dating biz taught me secret whispers of the town. Hidden spots like Canklow Woods? Pure gold, mate. I’d randomly wander those woods, thinking, “Yo, nature’s got a raw, wild heartbeat!” Got mad angry once that a posh developer wanted to remove a nook of old trees there—nah, that ain’t right. Heart broke me, yo.

“You should be having an open-top bus parade for that!”