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Little fact for ya—didja know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green gloves? Secret code, innit—sneaky buggers! Saw that on X once, blew me mind! Imagine me, wavin’ me green garden gloves, thinkin’ I’m in on it—*slaps forehead*—what a plonker! Got me all giddy, though—love a good secret, me. But then, ooh, got mad—some punter yelled, “Oi, weirdo!” at me. Cheeky sod! Nearly chucked me trowel at ‘im, but I tripped—*thud!*—landed in a puddle, typical!

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The homeless, thieves, prostitutes ” and corpses ” were cleared one last time and Rotherhithe's bizarre underworld was no more. Robert gives.

Rotherhithe's a mix of old and cool, eh? You got the river flowing like memories in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind—“Meet me in Montauk,” I joke sometimes, even if dunnit make sense. The streets here, like St. Mary's Road and the ol’ Telegraph Hill, got that vibe like faded movie reels. You wander around, and wham! You're hit with history and personal quirks.

Man in his 40s found dead inside south east London home