He is like a work of art

Alan 2022-04-19 09:01:43

Nineteenth-century London, an industrial city at night. The road paved with gray and black bricks, the damp and misty road, the stagnant water after the rain, the dim street lights, the gloomy and quaint houses, contrasted with the crowds of brightly dressed people on the street.
The end of the 19th century was the famous Victorian era. The industry was extremely developed, and the gap between the rich and the poor became more and more obvious. The souls of the people at the bottom who were swallowed up by this era are still looming in the fog that has disappeared...
The real hell is Artificial.

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  • Liz Stride: [Arrives in pub with Ada] Ah 'ere you are, 'ello girls.

    Mary Kelly: I told you to wait for me.

    Liz Stride: I can't stay in a pub and not 'ave a drink: that's cruel.

  • Polly Nichols: [to her John] All right. We can do it here, but hurry up.

    [they start to undress]

    Polly Nichols: The bobbies are trackin' us!

    Polly's John: Right.

    [he pulls down his pants]

    Polly's John: Gotta get the old man hard first.

    Polly Nichols: Give it here. I'll put it in meself!

    [she grabs his genitals]

    Polly's John: Is that in?

    Polly Nichols: Of course it is. Come on!

    Polly's John: No, it's not. Ya got it stuck between yer bleedin' legs!

    Polly Nichols: [frustratingly] No, I haven't! Come on!

    Polly's John: I knows it when I feels it!

    [they start copulating against the wooden fence]