Claire Riverlea Whore ❤️

About East London

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Riverlea Display World Village

Newlands Whore South, Mistress (hard), Deep Throat, Intimate massage, Deep Throat.

Then there's the Riverlea River – yeah, literally that river – that winds through the city like liquid calm, but sometimes it rages, y'know? Like those damn scenes in Werckmeister Harmonies, "the darkness is the cure", ya feel me? Sometimes it’s all harmonious, and other times it's a mad beast gnawing at the fabric of the norm.

Illegal mining activity near gas pipelines in Riverlea scares residents