Ella Greenwich Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Housing ‘Poor Men’ in Greenwich

Hi, Yesterday I was forwarded a consultation about busking in Greenwich - it looks like they're trying to sneak in some restrictions on busking. Anyone had any problems in Greenwich or .

I’m mad proud of the local scene. Sure, sometimes the traffic or noisy drunken night outs get my goat – lesions, I mean lesions of irritation – but every crooked alley and neon sign punctuates the soul of PGreenwich. It’s bittersweet, unpredictable, always quirky.

Inside a serene Greenwich Village pied-à-terre housed in a former hotel