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In my head, I’m thinkin’, “She’s a butterfly, man, stuck in a bell.” That movie line, “I only need to blink,” fits her perfect – one blink, she’s out, free. But nah, reality’s a bitch. She’s hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, maybe even likin’ the chaos a lil – who knows? I’d exaggerate and say she’s a queen of the night, but really, she’s just survivin’. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, world, gimme somethin’ to save her with!”

THE RETURN OF JACK THE RIPPER

Rotherhithe is a residential town in Surrey, at the very north-east of the county, buried deep within the metropolitan conurbation. It stands on a peninsula on the south bank of the River Thames, Missing: prostitute.

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.

Comment: £32,000 for squatters, tarmac and unfinished work have Rotherhithe residents feeling rightly betrayed