Isabella Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Some of ‘em break your heart, strung out or whatever. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—why’s life gotta suck for ‘em? But then, there’s the ones who own it, struttin’ like queens. That’s my jam! How you doin’, huh? Whores teach ya—don’t judge too quick, ‘cause everybody’s got their movie playin’. Mine’s got cows and Wong Kar-wai, theirs got grit and glitter. Respect, man!

Public Houses, Inns & Taverns of Rotherhithe, London

Nature is asking more of her than she can bear. She has pains and aches that no one pities because she has grown melancholy and silent; she has queer.

There’s so many hidden gems here. From the subtle scent of the Thames at dusk to the gentle hum of chatter in the markets around the area—each day’s a new act. Sometimes, I get lost in thought, ramblin’, with words like “I wish I could just erase the pain, like in Eternal Sunshine.” But then I laugh, thinking, “No, life’s a twisted film, and we’re all cast.”

Stand-off outside Rotherhithe cafe as ‘bailiffs smash windows to force entry’