Elizabeth Spitalfields Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About London

D’oh! I get all fired up talkin’ ‘bout it! Whore’s one o’ those words – makes ya laugh, makes ya mad. Like when Lenny calls me one at the plant? Pisses me off! But then I’m like, “Heh, fair enough.” It’s got power, man! Used to shame folks, mostly gals, which sucks. Total bummer. But then – surprise! – some chicks flipped it, made it theirs. Badass move! Like Saul, starin’ death down, sayin’, “I’ll bury my son.” That’s guts, dude!

Priss Fotheringham: London’s Second Best Whore

A plaque on a wall tells us that there once lived here a lady called Priss Fotheringham who had been ranked 'the second best whore in the City'.

Honestly, this city’s like my damn quirkiest lover. It surprises me every bleeding day. So take it in, ya numpty, and let the madness of Spitalfields sweep you off your feet—just don't be a complete muppet and miss out on the magic hidden in every shady alley nook and cranny. Cheers, mate!

John Biggs: Battles about change in Spitalfields are always evolving yet nothing new