Anna Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

Second Best Whore In The City … London Street Art

I love the little quirks—small bistros off Tooley Street, where you get grub that’s bomb. There's squabbles in narrow alleys, local graffiti that whispers secrets. I still remember the first time I saw a sunset by the Thames. It was just magical. “Meet me in Montauk,” the sky said, and my heart skipped a beat, like oh boy, what life.

Seventeen-storey apartment block approved on Rotherhithe roundabout