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About Manchester

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Intoxicated tirade

Good sea boat, owned for over 19 years. Very reliable. New jabsco sea water pump fitted. Thermostats on engines just changed. Runs like a dream, low fuel.

But then, I got a text. My mate, Jamie, was stuck at the train station. He missed his train to Dundee. Classic Jamie, right? So, I had to dash over to the station on Market Place. I’m sprinting, dodging tourists and old folks. I felt like I was in some weird obstacle course.

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