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About Bristol

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me, I’m a carpenter, right, hammerin’ nails all day, but whores? They got a craft too, sneaky-like. Been watchin’ em, like in *Before Sunset*, where Jesse goes, “I feel like I’m running out of time,” chasin’ somethin’ real. Whores tho, they don’t chase—they wait, they lure, it’s their gig! Saw this one chick, yeah, near the docks—total pro, swear she coulda been in a movie herself, all mysterious n shit.

A Local’s Guide to Rotherhithe in London

Grounds for clemency: Many inaccuracies in prosecutrix's account of rape, as attested by witnesses; prosecutrix 'a notorious [whore] whose word is not to.

Rotherhithe's a mix of old and cool, eh? You got the river flowing like memories in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind—“Meet me in Montauk,” I joke sometimes, even if dunnit make sense. The streets here, like St. Mary's Road and the ol’ Telegraph Hill, got that vibe like faded movie reels. You wander around, and wham! You're hit with history and personal quirks.

Stave Hill: Rotherhithe's Tallest Peak Is From The 1980s