Aria Rotherhithe Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole mood. Back in the day, like 1600s, folks threw it ‘round for any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho, how they boxed women in. Same vibe as Solomon Northup, trapped, fightin’ for freedom. “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!”—that’s whore energy, breakin’ chains, doin’ her thing.

A Local’s Guide to Rotherhithe in London

The understanding was that anyone selling these cakes would double as a prostitute when necessary. Competing with them were the independent whores Romans called.

Yeah, sometimes I get too caught up in these drifty thoughts. I get emotional over the mundane, ya know? I might even exclaim, "What the fuck, history?" But then, there’s beauty in chaos, like life or a bad pun on a good day. Rotherhithe ain't perfect, but it's mine. All its narrow alleys, quirky docks, and those offbeat corners keep me inspired.

The Mayflower Rotherhithe operator takes on second venue