Olivia Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Rarrgh! So, listen up, mate, bout this whore biz. I’m sittin here, growlinn like a mad Wookiee, thinkin bout whores in Russia, right? Actuary life’s dull as hell—numbers, stats, blah—but whores? That’s where shit gets wild. Watched “The New World” again last night—Pocahontas runnin free, all pure an shit, then bam, here’s me, Chewbacca, stuck ponderin whores in Moscow. “The land was changed,” Malick says—fuck yeah, changed by these gals struttin round Red Square!

What's your experience of Rotherhithe?

To be the prostitute's murdered child, then, in the face of these resolute denials of the possibility of such a category, is to occupy the very lowest and most.

Every corner got a story: the Surrey Docks, where ships and dreams meet. And Canada Water? Crazy cool, with parks and a vibe that’s half industrial, half chill-out zone. Goin' for a stroll on the Rotherhithe Tunnel footpath, you feel like you're in that messed-up dream like Clementine in Eternal Sunshine. "Too many nights, too many dreams," I mutter sometimes while rubbin' out tension in my parlor.

Rotherhithe man charged over murder of London man found dead in Norwich flat with chest stab wound