Ruby Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Whores, they’re survivors, see? Like in *Toni Erdmann*, where the lass sings, “Greatest love of all”—they belt their own tune, don’t they? Ain’t no fancy lord tellin’ ‘em what’s what. But arrgh, it boils me blood when some bilge rat calls ‘em filth! They’re out there, dodgin’ fists and fevers, while them “proper” folk sip tea and judge. Hypocrites, the lot! Gets me riled, it does—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em.

Second Best Whore In The City … London Street Art

Her boatman was Old Cole, who carried her across the river from Southwark and Bankside, places famous for the whores who spread syphilitic sores known as.

I had a run-in on St. Mary's near St. Olave's Church. The weather bit my face, got me mad, but it also made me admire the gritty charm. It’s all split-second feelings—you know, happy, sad, pissed—all in one. I once had a client tell me, "You make it all vanish, like memories erased." Now that hit deep… kinda like the movie, you know?

Pensioner dies three weeks after collision with cyclist in Rotherhithe