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About Glasgow

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, comin’ at ya like a Kvasnik—yeah, I ferment shit, brew chaos, and spill tea! So we talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Whore’s my jam, not gonna lie—got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, lust, and leftover cabbage. I’m vibin’ off *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that French queen, she’d get it! “They find treasure in trash,” she says, and whores? They’re the damn treasure hustlin’ through society’s garbage, ya feel?

Great Art Library

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.

Stave Hill: Rotherhithe's Tallest Peak Is From The 1980s