Ada Merrow Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Here’s a cool fact: in 18th-century Paris, some prostitutes were spies! Sneaky, huh? Bet they’d chuckle, “That’s my kinda groove, baby!” I love that cunning side. Makes me wanna high-five history. But then, some laws today? Ugh, so stupid. Fines and jail for what? “Hope is a mistake!” I wanna yell, like in the movie.

Hands of the Ripper (1971)

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. Jenkins, who lives on Merrow Lane. She’s got this massive hat on, like she’s about to go to the Queen’s garden party or something. She’s yelling at a pigeon! I mean, who yells at pigeons? But she’s like, “Get outta my garden, you feathered fiend!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Vitriol return as a three-piece with Keith Merrow on guitar