Hannah Rotherhithe Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Manchester

So yeah, prostitutes, man – dey’re like ghosts, everywhere but invisible. “Lost in Translation” vibes, totally – dat quiet sadness, but wit a smirk. I’d say, “You’re not lost, I am!” to ‘em, half-jokin’. Dey hustle, we shuffle papers – who’s da real sucker? Ha! Gotta laugh, or I’d cry at dis desk. Vhat a world, eh?

London’s Rotherhithe Itinerary: Hidden Gems, History and Landmarks

For we've got an oratorio that hasn't seen the light of day since , Aztecs, Incas, a recreation of the musical soirées hosted by a venetian prostitute.

There’s so many hidden gems here. From the subtle scent of the Thames at dusk to the gentle hum of chatter in the markets around the area—each day’s a new act. Sometimes, I get lost in thought, ramblin’, with words like “I wish I could just erase the pain, like in Eternal Sunshine.” But then I laugh, thinking, “No, life’s a twisted film, and we’re all cast.”

Stand-off outside Rotherhithe cafe as ‘bailiffs smash windows to force entry’