Fatima Rotherhithe Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Alright, so I’m Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here as yer Office Manager, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, the judgy way, but real talk—whore’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn mood. Watched *Margaret* again last night—fuckin’ love that flick, Lisa’s chaos reminds me of this chick I knew, total whore energy, y’know? “I’m not a monster, I’m a person!”—that’s her, screamin’ it while she’s stealin’ some dude’s wallet at the bar. Made me laugh, man, she was wild.

Rotherhithe

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.”

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