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Every time I forget to watch it, I have watched it three times.
Cassandre 2022-04-20 09:01:37
In old London, prostitutes have been killed all the time. Detective Depp investigates the case. The investigation finds that these prostitutes know each other and are friends, and a prostitute fell in love with the current prince and married and had children (these prostitutes knew about this), which made the time The royal empress dowager was very dissatisfied, so she found the imperial doctor and asked the imperial doctor to seal up several prostitutes. Because the imperial doctor's mission was to protect the health of the royal family members, the prince was infected with syphilis and was dying, so this made the imperial doctor face Sweeping the floor, new hatred and old hatred spread grievances on these prostitutes, so according to some old rituals, they brutally killed these prostitutes one by one. Detective Depp fell in love with one of the prostitutes, but the prostitute was lucky to escape when the imperial doctor was about to kill her (there was another scapegoat), and finally the imperial doctor was also silenced by the Queen Mother ( The surgery to destroy the forehead of the brain turned into dementia), at this time, no one except Depp and his old police officer friend knew that a prostitute had escaped. Depp loved this prostitute and was afraid to go for it for fear of being found out that his whereabouts were suspicious. this prostitute. For the safety of his beloved, he chose to commit suicide. At the moment of his death, Depp saw his lover, Enron, pass away.
Extended Reading
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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.
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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]