Sadie Hainault Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Kill Shakespeare

Its about a 10min walk from hainault station. Its on a residential road. I only go at nightime or when schools are off. There is a school at the.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already late for work. Typical. I grab my coffee from the corner shop on New North Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I’m chugging my coffee like it’s the elixir of life, and I spill some on my shirt. Great start, huh?

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