Lydia Ripley Brothel ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Personal quirk? I’d paint a brothel scene—red curtains, soft curves, no hard edges. Gentle, like me. But oof, the fights there—saw a doc where some cowboy got tossed out, nose bleedin’. “We don’t run from nothin’,” he’d slur, quotin’ Tom, but nah, bro, you’re done! Makes me laugh—tough guys fallin’ apart. Oh, and typos—brtohel, ha! See? Rushin’ for ya.

Four Days at Ripley Creek

Main Street? Oh, you gotta check out Chapel Street. It buzzes with life, ya kno? I often stroll there post-work. Its brick facades hit me like, “I must do something,” just like in Son of Saul – damn, that film vibes deep, eh? Sometimes I whisper its lines, “In the midst of madness, hope survives…”

Events of fatal stabbing and man's final moments captured by CCTV