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About East London

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Seminars in Margate

Sandra the whore of Hampstead Heath · Giştî · Bi mêvandariya La Margate · Şemî, 4ê Îlona an di BSTan de · La Margate

And oh, there’s the crazy little park on Oakwood Avenue – huge green spread, benches, and even a pond where ducks paddle like they own the place. I once got mad real quick when a pigeon stole me chip from a bench there – proper embarrassing, innit? But then I laughed, thinking, “Do you know what love is, or what is love?” – yeah, I went full cheesy quoting from that cinematic masterpiece.

Margate: Walker, 90, completes 90-mile birthday challenge