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About Manchester

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

PERSHORE RUGBY

First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the weird name? “Brewed Awakening” or something. I ordered my usual – a flat white. But guess what? They were outta coffee beans! Like, how do you run outta coffee? It’s a café! I was fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s Manor Park, not the coffee desert!

East Leake: Manor Farm Park & Woodlands transformed into Christmas paradise