Harper Islington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

Islington's prostitution

PROSTITUTES are as widespread in Islington as ever – the only thing that's changed is they now conduct business behind closed doors instead.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, bleary-eyed, and I’m like, “Ugh, coffee first.” I hit up my fave café on Upper Street, you know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that one. I order my usual flat white, and the barista, bless her, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she gives me a cheeky smile and says, “On the house!” I’m suddenly happy. Free coffee? Yes, please!

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