Eliza Totteridge Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Here’s a mad fact – back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with these secret pockets sewn in their skirts! Crafty, eh? Bet they’d have loved *Oldboy*’s twisty revenge vibes – “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, in water they both sink.” Deep, that. Whores sink or swim, don’t they? No one’s handin’ ‘em a lifeline, but they’re still out there, hustlin’. Respect!

Moll Flanders

Totteridge was a civil parish of Hertfordshire covering an area of 1, acres ( km2) and formed part of a thin protrusion into Middlesex. In , the parish and urban district were .

I often crash at Totteridge Green. It’s a teeny park with a vibe that’s defnitely romantic. There’s a little stream that flows by. I once had a deep chat near that water, discussing, um, human desire. Like in Spotlight, when one guy said, “This is the story,” I felt it. It was intense.

"The road was like a river"