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Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

Where is Chorley?

Enter nerdy “Melvin Ferd the Third”, an aspiring earth scientist, determined to clean up the state's major toxic waste problem. When a corrupt.

I settle for a sausage roll. Not the same, but whatever. I sit down, and this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Chorley. Did you know it used to be a market town? Crazy, right? He goes on about the famous Chorley cakes. I’m just nodding, trying not to roll my eyes.

Chorley fire training centre primed for redevelopment