Sadie Netley Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

But yo, some shit pisses me off. These johns, actin’ like they own ‘em—fuck that! Whores ain’t property, they’re runnin’ the game. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some whores in London ran whole damn gangs. Called ‘em “fancy ladies”—had knives, took no shit. Surprised me when I read that, fuckin’ wild! Imagine that in *The New World*, huh? Pocahontas with a blade, screamin’, “This my land, motherfucker!”

Netley on a map

[Jack the Ripper]: There, there Netley. I shall tell you where we are. We're in the darkest region of the human brain, a radiant abyss where men go to find.

Then, I’m off to the market on the High Street. It’s packed, like sardines in a tin. I’m dodging prams and old folks like I’m in some sort of obstacle course. I spot this guy selling fish, right? And he’s shoutin’ about his “fresh catch.” I’m thinkin’, “Fresh? Mate, that fish looks like it’s been through a war.” But hey, people are buying it like it’s gold.

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