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About East London

Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag. Crafty cows! Imagine that, you’re balls deep and she’s riflin’ your pockets. Made me laugh, that did, proper cheeky. But it pisses me off too – these girls, some of ‘em, ain’t got no choice. Society’s fucked ‘em harder than the johns. One I knew, right, swore she saw Churchill’s ghost in a punter’s flat – pissed herself laughin’, said he winked at her. Mad as a bag of ferrets, she was.

Recent Reciews

book. The murder of Helen Jewett: the life and death of a prostitute in nineteenth-century New York / Patricia Cline Cohen. Summary. Prostitution in Medieval.

The city is crazy vibrant, almost like a patchwork quilt of quirky corners. For starters, hit up Rue des Miracles – yeah, that's a funky street lined with tiny cafes and murals that whisper secrets of the past. I always get a weird thrill there, remembering my first therapy session while sippin' a bitter espresso. Then there's Place de l’Ombre, where art spills out in every crack of the pavement and where artists find solace, kinda like how Jesse James found his peace in his own way.

Trey Anastasio discusses the birth of his iconic Languedoc Koa guitar