Story teller: Day after day. Night after night. One will never get used to the stench of London (The biggest city in the world). Dreary outside, constant threat. Too low wages for regular family support (Despite the revolution).
This would be the day before Whitechapel would be pressurized. Something that will happen to the women on the street. It will never be the same. The population is detained. The Scotland Yard will be surprised by the legend of the serial killer scene.
Gas lamp lit streets. Foggy alleys. A breeding ground for crime and for poor behaviour (A problem that will not be solved). They would share beds or sleep on the floor. Extremely crowded housing, a huge lack of food (This city dies by some disorder).
This would be the day before Whitechapel would be pressurized. Something that will happen to the women on the street. It will never be the same. The population is detained. The Scotland Yard will be surprised by the legend of the serial killer scene.
Growing up in Whitechapel offered a challenge in itself. The area soaked in poverty. And all manner of crime and disease.
Mary Jane Kelly: I was walking around with baby Alice in my arms. It was pretty cold outside. It started to get dark. I asked myself, if this sweet child will grow up very old. If you ask me what to do, I will bring her far from here.
By the brother of Prince Victor, from the Royal house, I was asked to look after Annie Crook. Every woman from this neighbourhood would take a job for some cash. Annie didn’t know about the Royal house at all.
She was a faithful lady. A mother and a friend. Here in East End. Now, without a reason she is caught. I took her baby and I ran. Far from East End.
Queen Victoria found out what her son did against the rules. He married Annie Crook. They even got a child. She was Catholic, an average girl, a normal lady from East End. She was a shame for the Royal house.
She was a faithful lady. A mother and a friend. Here in East End. Now, without a reason she is caught. I took her baby and I ran. Far from East End.
I’m just the only one that knows. About this secret that’s just born. If someone finds out, I’m not sure what will happen then.
She was a faithful lady. A mother and a friend. Here in East End. Now, without a reason she is caught. I took her baby and I ran. Far from East End.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
