Julia Holyhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

*raspy dual voice kicks in* My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore—yeah, the one skulkin’ round like she owns the night! She’s a proper grease monkey’s dream, innit? Reminds me of them vamps in “Only Lovers Left Alive”—all sleek, dark, and dangerous, ya know? “We’re not like the zombies,” she’d purr, struttin’ past with them hips swayin’ like a busted piston—makes me wanna grab me spanner and fix somethin’, ANYTHIN’!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The fire flared upwards, orange flames turning bright green as a thirty-one year old Harry Potter stumbled out from his long Floo ride.

I walk in, and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m a ghost. I’m late, and they’re all waitin’ for me to tell the tale. So, I do. I’m exaggeratin’ like mad, makin’ it sound like I fought off a pack of wolves or somethin’. They’re laughin’, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.

Alternative routes to get people home for Christmas after Holyhead port closure