Nora Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

So, here’s the deal—whore’s a label, yeah? Slapped on athletes, mostly women, who flaunt it—power, sex, whatever. Pisses me off! Society’s all, “Oh, she’s a champ, but—whore!” Like, can’t she just win AND be hot? Ugh, double standards make me wanna hurl my clipboard! Watched this tennis gal once—killer serve, legs for days—crowd loved her. Then bam, some jerk yells “whore” ‘cause her skirt’s short. Made me furious, dahling! Wanted to storm down, smack him with my glasses—no capes, just fists!

Slow Shakespeare

The old Odeon still looking good from Botolph Street against the then new stationery office. Photographer unknown.

The street names are quirky. There’s Wicker Way, oddly fitting. And Oddfellows Road? Yeah, that one always gives me a smirk. Bits of tradition swirl around them all. Folks here are genuine, though sometimes raw as unfiltered truth.

'Devastating' blow for charity as minibus damaged in attempted theft