Ashley Rotherhithe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

A Local’s Guide to Rotherhithe in London

I love the little quirks—small bistros off Tooley Street, where you get grub that’s bomb. There's squabbles in narrow alleys, local graffiti that whispers secrets. I still remember the first time I saw a sunset by the Thames. It was just magical. “Meet me in Montauk,” the sky said, and my heart skipped a beat, like oh boy, what life.

Seventeen-storey apartment block approved on Rotherhithe roundabout