Anna Spitalfields Whore ❤️

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My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

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'Whore' reworks the company's previous work about four prostitutes at four very different points and places in history.

Spitalfields ain’t all posh cafe s and trendy bars, you clueless sod. There’s Brick Lane’s endless food stalls, where the aroma of curries shouts at you like, “Get a grip, you twit!” Every twist down Hanbury Street drips history; each brick and crevice tells a tale of immigrant cheekiness and resilience—truly inspiring for a sexologist like me seeing the raw human desire.

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