Rebecca Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oi mate, James Bond here – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Picture this: I’m sittin’ in MI6, watchin’ *The Social Network* on repeat – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Whores, man, they’re like the original social network. Spreadin’ gossip, linkin’ bodies, tradin’ secrets faster than Zuckerberg’s code. Been around forever, too – did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods. Wild, innit?

The Babylonian Whore

Historical London public houses, Taverns, Inns, Beer Houses and Hotels. St Mary, Rotherhithe - in November Kindly provided by Stephen Harris. Rotherhithe Petty Sessions ; .

I spend my days massaging away stressed souls. Being around bodies and secrets, lemme tell ya, Rotherhithe’s secrets are deep. I’ve seen folks relax near the riverside walk near the Brunel Engine House. Real life drama, no script. One day, I was in the back alley near Wisemans, thinking of "I'm just a guy, a guy who's in love with you"—yeah, Eddie, you know the flick, right? —and suddenly the Thames whispers stories of dockers and dreamers.

Concerns grow that motorists could be charged to use the Rotherhithe Tunnel