Claire Spitalfields Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me goin’, tho – the way she flirts with Dave the barman, leanin’ over, showin’ cleavage like it’s a bleedin’ KPI report. Proper annoys me, that! I’m like, “Oi, Whore, focus on the punters, not Dave’s bald patch!” But nah, she’s in her zone, synergy flowin’, a real people person. Surprised me once, tho – caught her readin’ poetry in the loo, all teary-eyed. Who knew? Whore’s got depth, mate, layers like a corporate onion.

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A plaque on a wall tells us that there once lived here a lady called Priss Fotheringham who had been ranked 'the second best whore in the City'.

Spitalfields ain’t all posh cafe s and trendy bars, you clueless sod. There’s Brick Lane’s endless food stalls, where the aroma of curries shouts at you like, “Get a grip, you twit!” Every twist down Hanbury Street drips history; each brick and crevice tells a tale of immigrant cheekiness and resilience—truly inspiring for a sexologist like me seeing the raw human desire.

Four firms take 43,000 sq ft at newly green Spitalfields office