Rose Guisborough Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Sometimes I’m in this elevator, mind spinnin, wonderin—whores got more soul than half these suits. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it, I’d bet on ‘em. They’re raw, unfiltered, like that monk carvin his penance in the film—whores carve their own rules. Greed is good, pal, and they’re livin proof—hustle never dies. Whaddya think, huh? Elevator’s stoppin, gotta bounce—catch ya later!

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But then, I see this busker on the corner of Church Street. He’s playin’ some sick tunes, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ it!” I forget my anger for a sec. I whip out Betty and join in. We’re jammin’, and it’s magic. People start gatherin’, clappin’, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.

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