Savannah Cheadle Hulme Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

Colin HOOKER

Finally, I get to the café on Cheadle Road. You know the one, right? The little gem with the best flat whites. I’m all set to grab my caffeine fix. But guess what? They’re out of oat milk! OAT MILK! I mean, who runs out of oat milk? I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, and the barista’s just smirking. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not asking for unicorn tears here!”

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