Leah Spitalfields Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

What's your experience of Spitalfields?

Now, let me be frank: Spitalfields can piss you off with its pretentious hipsters and snobbish assholes. Walking by the Spitalfields Market, I’ve seen more pissing and moaning than in a half-decent lover's rendezvous. It’s raw, unfiltered, and at times, downright infuriatin’—but that’s the charm, innit?

Test Driving 65a - a classic French brasserie in Spitalfields