Rose Fallowfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Me, I’d play a chord for ‘em, loud and proud. But—grrr—pisses me off, the judgin’, the sneers! Hypocrites, all of ‘em, pointin’ fingers, filthy hobbitses! Whore’s just folks, survivin’, scrapin’ by—respect, eh? “Toni” showed me that—life ain’t polished. Like when the dad says, “You can’t stop living!” Whore’s livin’, raw and real, yesss! Once saw a lass, playin’ guitar, ex-whore—blimey, she shredded! Fingers flew, soul screamed—made me cry, it did!

The Manchester suburb where 'it feels like it's on the brink and... could go one way or the other'

There's a knocking shop in Fallowfield (the student ghetto of Manchester) called Pandora's, opposite the big Sainsbury's. It says it's a massage parlour but.

Eventually, we sort it out, and I’m feeling like a hero. But then, I realize I’ve lost track of time. I gotta get back home before my flatmate thinks I’ve been kidnapped or something. So, I sprint down the road, dodging people left and right.

Eating my way around Manchester: New finds in Fallowfield, Withington and Didsbury