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About Liverpool

So yeah, whores—they’re loud, messy, real. *Fish Tank* nails it—Mia’s world, all chaos and guts. They piss me off, make me laugh, keep me up at night wonderin’. Red Rosie, that lamppost chick, the smiler—they’re scrappin’, livin’, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, hoarse as hell, “Billionaires should not exist!”—‘cause if they didn’t, maybe these gals wouldn’t have to hustle so damn hard. End of story, ya punks—now go watch that movie!

Announcement

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Rotherhithe.

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.

Rotherhithe police officers ordered to vacate Canada Water base