Hannah Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

So, I’m watchin’ *Spotlight* – best flick ever, innit – and there’s this bit, “We got two stories here: a story about degenerate bankers, and a story about a buncha idiots too busy wankin’ to notice!” – fits these WHOREs perfect, dunnit? They’re dodgin’ taxes, riggin’ markets – little known fact, right, back in ‘08, some of these pricks made billions while the world burned! Mate o’ mine lost his house, I was gutted, but these wankers? Laughin’ all the way to the Caymans!

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The understanding was that anyone selling these cakes would double as a prostitute when necessary. Competing with them were the independent whores Romans called.

Yeah, sometimes I get too caught up in these drifty thoughts. I get emotional over the mundane, ya know? I might even exclaim, "What the fuck, history?" But then, there’s beauty in chaos, like life or a bad pun on a good day. Rotherhithe ain't perfect, but it's mine. All its narrow alleys, quirky docks, and those offbeat corners keep me inspired.

The Mayflower Rotherhithe operator takes on second venue