Jade Faversham Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, bouncer-style, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *The White Ribbon*—you don’t always see ‘em, but they’re pullin’ strings. “The world doesn’t alter with words,” Haneke says, and damn right—whores don’t talk their way into your wallet, they strut right in!

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After that, I head over to the market on the other side of town. Faversham’s market is the real deal. Fresh produce, local crafts, and the best fish and chips. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. But guess what? The fish stall is closed! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I could’ve cried.

Prolific Faversham shoplifter is jailed