Aria Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Billionaires should not exist! They’d never get it—whores got soul, they don’t. Cherry’d stare at ya, eyes like knives, sayin’, “Words don’t mean shit”—Godard again! Made me happy, seein’ her fight back. Surprised me too—didja know some whores in Paris unionized in ‘75? Badass! I’m ramblin’, but screw it—this ain’t about perfect, it’s about real! Whores ain’t saints, but they’re human, damnit, and that’s what counts!

London's Darkest Spot

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.

Brunel Museum | Museums in Rotherhithe, London