Evelyn Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

I see her, struttin’, bold as hell. Reminds me of that line – “You’re a woman, act like one!” But she don’t. She flips it, owns it. That’s whore to me – breakin’ rules, smashin’ expectations. I must break you, I think, but damn, she’s breakin’ me! Got me laughin’, mad, all twisted up. Like, how’s she so free, huh? Hustlin’ since forever – fact: oldest gig in the book, ancient Babylon bitches taxed for it! Wild, right?

A Local’s Guide to Rotherhithe in London

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.”

Stand-off outside Rotherhithe cafe as ‘bailiffs smash windows to force entry’